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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 21, 2005 [EBook #15119] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + + + + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the PG Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Henry W. Longfellow.] + +HANDY DICTIONARY +OF +POETICAL QUOTATIONS + + +COMPILED BY +GEORGE W. POWERS + +AUTHOR OF "IMPORTANT EVENTS," ETC. + +NEW YORK +THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. +PUBLISHERS + + + + +1901 +BY T.Y. CROWELL & COMPANY. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +It has been the aim of the compiler of this little book to present a +Dictionary of Poetical Quotations which will be a ready reference to +many of the most familiar stanzas and lines of the chief poets of the +English language, with a few selections from Continental writers; and +also some less familiar selections from more modern poets, which may in +time become classic, or which at least have a contemporary interest. +Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our +language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of +illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and +sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries. + +But often old ideas in a new dress are welcome to readers who might not +have been attracted by the old forms; and each generation has its +peculiar modes of expression if not its new lines of thought. It is +hoped that this mingling of the old and the new will not be without +interest. To carry out the plan of making this a "handy" dictionary of +quotations and, at the same time, as comprehensive as the space +permitted, it has been necessary to confine the illustration of the +topics selected to brief extracts from each author. Of course, in all +books of quotations the great name of Shakespeare fills the largest +space; and the compiler of this book, as well as all students of +Shakespeare, is under obligation to the painstaking compilers of the +concordances to this poet, and especially to Mr. Bartlett's monumental +work. To many other compilers of quotations, especially to the _Poetical +Quotations_ Anna L. Ward (published by Messrs. T.Y. Crowell & Co.), +the author is under obligations; while he has made an independent +examination of the more recent poets, as well as many of the older ones. +The topics illustrated number 2138, selected from the writings of 255 +authors. The indexes, which will be found full and complete, were +prepared by Mrs. Grace E. Powers, who has also rendered valuable +assistance in preparing the copy for the press and in reading the +proofs. + +G.W.P. + +DORCHESTER, MASS., +July, 1901. + + + + +HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL +QUOTATIONS. + + + * * * * * + + +==A.== + + +=Abashed.= + + Abash'd the devil stood, +And felt how awful goodness is, and saw +Virtue in her shape how lovely. +1 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 846. + + +=Abbots.= + +To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, +Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. +2 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 301. + + +=Abdication.= + +I give this heavy weight from off my head, +And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, +The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; +With mine own tears I wash away my balm, +With mine own hands I give away my crown, +With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, +With mine own breath release all duteous oaths. +3 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Abdiel.= + +So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; +Among the faithless, faithful only he. +4 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 896. + + +=Ability.= + + I profess not talking; only this, +Let each man do his best. +5 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Absence.= + +What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights? +Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, +More tedious than the dial eight score times? +O weary reckoning! +6 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Though lost to sight, to memory dear +Thou ever wilt remain. +7 +GEORGE LINLEY: _Song, Though Lost to Sight._ + +Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, +And image charms he must behold no more. +8 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 361. + +O last love! O first love! +My love with the true heart, +To think I have come to this your home, +And yet--we are apart! +9 +JEAN INGELOW: _Sailing Beyond Seas._ + +'Tis said that absence conquers love; + But oh believe it not! +I've tried, alas! its power to prove, + But thou art not forgot. +10 +FREDERICK W. THOMAS: _Absence Conquers Love._ + + +=Abstinence.= + +Against diseases here the strongest fence +Is the defensive virtue abstinence. +11 +HERRICK: _Aph. Abstinence._ + + +=Abuse.= + +Thou thread, thou thimble, +Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, +Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: +Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant. +12 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Accident.= + +As the unthought-on accident is guilty +Of what we wildly do, so we profess +Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies +Of every wind that blows. +13 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, +Of moving accidents by flood and field. +14 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Our wanton accidents take root, and grow +To vaunt themselves God's laws. +15 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saints' Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +By many a happy accident. +16 +MIDDLETON: _No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Account.= + +No reckoning made, but sent to my account +With all my imperfections on my head. +17 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Accusation.= + +Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; +Do thou but thine. +18 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 561. + + +=Achievements.= + +Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, +And then they shine. +19 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Loyal Subject,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Acquaintance.= + +Should auld acquaintance be forgot, + And never brought to mind? +Should auld acquaintance be forgot, + And days o' lang syne? +20 +BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._ + + +=Action.= + +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. +21 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Of every noble action, the intent +Is to give worth reward--vice punishment. +22 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Captain,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Only the actions of the just +Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. +23 +JAMES SHIRLEY: _Death's Final Conquest,_ Sc. iii. + +Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws + Makes that and th' action fine. +24 +HERBERT: _The Elixir._ + + +=Activity.= + +If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well +It were done quickly. +25 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + +Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, +But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. +26 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Actors.= + + A strutting player,--whose conceit +Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich +To hear the wooden dialogue and sound +'Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage. +27 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +The world's a theatre, the earth a stage +Which God and Nature do with actors fill. +28 +THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors._ + + +=Adaptability.= + +All things are ready, if our minds be so. +29 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Address.= + +And the tear that is wiped with a little address + May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. +30 +COWPER: _The Rose._ + + +=Adieu.= + +Adieu, adieu! my native shore + Fades o'er the waters blue. +31 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 13. + +Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. +32 +GAY: _Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._ + + +=Admiration.= + +Season your admiration for a while. +33 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc 2. + + +=Adoration.= + +The holy time is quiet as a nun +Breathless with adoration. +34 +WORDSWORTH: _It is a Beauteous Evening._ + + +=Adorning.= + +Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, +Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. +35 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 232. + + Loveliness +Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, +But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. +36 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 204. + + +=Adversity.= + +Sweet are the uses of adversity, +Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, +Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; +And this our life, exempt from public haunt, +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, +Sermons in stones, and good in everything. +37 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, +We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; +But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, +As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. +38 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +I am not now in fortune's power: +He that is down can fall no lower. +39 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 877. + +For of fortunes sharpe adversite, +The worst kind of infortune is this,-- +A man that hath been is prosperite, +And it remember whan it passed is. +40 +CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide,_ Bk. iii., Line 1625. + + +=Advice.= + +Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; +Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. +41 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Know when to speak--for many times it brings +Danger, to give the best advice to kings. +42 +HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council._ + +The worst men often give the best advice. +43 +BAILEY _Festus,_ Sc. _A Village Feast._ + +'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good. +44 +CRABBE: _The Learned Boy._ + + +=Affectation.= + +There affectation, with a sickly mien, +Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen; +Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside; +Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; +On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, +Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. +45 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iv., Line 31. + + +=Affection.= + + Why, she would hang on him, +As if increase of appetite had grown +By what it fed on. +46 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, +Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. +47 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 387. + + +=Affliction.= + +Affliction is the good man's shining scene; +Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; +As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. +48 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 406. + +Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced +That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction. +49 +JOHN BROWN: _Barbarossa,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Affronts.= + +Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; +Old age is slow in both. +50 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + + +=Age.= + +When the age is in, the wit is out. +51 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 5 + + His silver hairs +Will purchase us a good opinion, +And buy men's voices to commend our deeds; +It shall be said,--his judgment rul'd our hands. +52 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful. +53 +CAPEL LOFFT'S _Aphorisms. Published in_ 1812. + +I am declin'd into the vale of years. +54 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale +Her infinite variety; other women +Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry +Where most she satisfies. +55 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +An old man, broken with the storms of State, +Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; +Give him a little earth for charity! +56 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +We see time's furrows on another's brow... +How few themselves in that just mirror see! +57 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 627. + +O, sir! I must not tell my age. +They say women and music should never be dated. +58 +GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Con.,_ Act iii. + +What is the worst of woes that wait on age? +What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? +To view each loved one blotted from life's page, +And be alone on earth as I am now. +59 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 98. + +Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. +60 +BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 25. + +But an old age serene and bright, +And lovely as a Lapland night, + Shall lead thee to thy grave. +61 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Young Lady._ + + +=Agony.= + +A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry +Of some strong swimmer in his agony. +62 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 53. + + +=Agreement.= + +Could we forbear dispute and practise love, +We should agree as angels do above. +63 +WALLER: _Divine Love,_ Canto iii. + +Where order in variety we see, +And where, though all things differ, all agree. +64 +POPE: _Windsor Forest,_ Line 13. + + +=Aim.= + +Better have failed in the high aim, as I, +Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed. +65 +ROBERT BROWNING: _The Inn Album,_ iv. + + +=Air.= + + When he speaks, +The air, a chartered libertine, is still +66 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Alacrity.= + +I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. +67 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Ale.= + +Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. +68 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 100. + +A Rechabite poor Will must live, +And drink of Adam's ale. +69 +PRIOR: _The Wandering Pilgrim._ + + +=Alexandrine.= + +A needless Alexandrine ends the song, +That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. +70 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 156. + + +=Alone.= + +Alone, alone,--all, all alone; +Alone on a wide, wide sea. +71 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. iv. + + +=Amazement.= + +But look! Amazement on thy mother sits; +O step between her and her fighting soul: +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. +72 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Amber.= + +Pretty! in amber to observe the forms +Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! +The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, +But wonder how the devil they got there. +73 +POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 169. + + +=Ambition.= + + Fling away ambition; +By that sin fell the angels: how can man then, +The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? +74 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii, Sc. 2. + + I have no spur +To prick the sides of my intent, but only +Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, +And falls on the other. +75 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i, Sc. 7. + +Ambition has but one reward for all: +A little power, a little transient fame, +A grave to rest in, and a fading name. +76 +WILLIAM WINTER: _Queen's Domain._ + +To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: +Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. +77 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 262. + +Such joy ambition finds. +78 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 92. + + +=America.= + +America! half brother of the world! +With something good and bad of every land; +Greater than thee have lost their seat-- +Greater scarce none can stand. +79 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._ + + +=Anarchy.= + + Where eldest Night +And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold +Eternal anarchy amidst the noise +Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. +80 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 894. + + +=Ancestry.= + +The sap which at the root is bred +In trees, through all the boughs is spread; +But virtues which in parents shine +Make not like progress through the line. +81 +WALLER: _To Zelinda._ + +What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? +Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. +82 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 215. + + +=Angels.= + +Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. +83 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66. + +The angels come and go, the messengers of God. +84 +R.H. STODDARD: _Hymn to the Beautiful._ + + The good he scorn'd +Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, +Not to return; or if it did, in visits +Like those of angels, short and far between. +85 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Pt. ii., Line 586. + + +=Anger.= + +Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, +And so shall starve with feeding. +86 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Never anger made good guard for itself. +87 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Angling.= + +The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish +Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, +And greedily devour the treacherous bait. +88 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + 'Twas merry when +You wager'd on your angling; when your diver +Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he +With fervency drew up. +89 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + + +=Anticipation.= + +Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite +To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; +For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, +What need a man forestall his date of grief, +And run to meet what he would most avoid? +90 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 359. + + +=Antiquity.= + +O good old man! how well in thee appears +The constant service of the antique world, +When service sweat for duty, not for meed! +Thou art not for the fashion of these times, +Where none will sweat, but for promotion. +91 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways +Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. +92 +WARTON: _Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon._ + + +=Apathy.= + +In lazy apathy let stoics boast +Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fixed as in a frost. +93 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 101. + + +=Apparel.= + +Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, +But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: +For the apparel oft proclaims the man. +94 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Apparitions.= + +How fading are the joys we dote upon! +Like apparitions seen and gone. +95 +JOHN NORRIS: _The Parting._ + + +=Appeal.= + +I have done the state some service, and they know it. +No more of that; I pray you in your letters, +When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, +Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate, +Nor set down aught in malice. +96 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Appearances.= + +All that glisters is not gold, +Gilded tombs do worms infold. +97 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + +Appearances to save, his only care; +So things seem right no matter what they are. +98 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 299. + + +=Appetite.= + +Now good digestion wait on appetite, +And health on both. +99 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, +Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook. +100 +CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ iii., Line 133. + + +=Applause.= + +I would applaud thee to the very echo, +That should applaud again. +101 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3 + +Oh popular applause! what heart of man +Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? +102 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 481. + +The applause of list'ning senates to command. +103 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 16 + + +=April.= + +Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote +The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. +104 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales,_ Prologue, Line 1. + +April cold with dropping rain +Willows and lilacs brings again, +The whistle of returning birds, +And trumpet-lowing of the herds. +105 +EMERSON: _May-day,_ Line 124. + +When aince Aprile has fairly come, +An' birds may bigg in winter's lum, +An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some + O' whatna state, +Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum, + Than taks the gate. +106 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Underwoods,_ Bk. ii., iii. + + +=Argument.= + +In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, +For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still. +107 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 211 + + +=Aristocracy.= + +'Tis from high life high characters drawn; +A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. +108 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 135. + + +=Art.= + + Seraphs share with thee +Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone! +109 +SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St 2. + +Art is the child of Nature; yes, +Her darling child, in whom we trace +The features of the mother's face, +Her aspect and her attitude. +110 +LONGFELLOW: _Kéramos._ + + +=Artist.= + +In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, +To make some good, but others to exceed. +111 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Aspect.= + + With grave +Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd +A pillar of state. +112 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300. + + +=Aspiration.= + +'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; +He rises on the toe; that spirit of his +In aspiration lifts him from the earth. +113 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + + +=Assurance.= + +I'll make assurance double sure, +And take a bond of fate. +114 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Atheism.= + +By night an atheist half believes a God. +115 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 176. + + +=Athens.= + +Ancient of days! august Athena! where, +Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? +Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were +First in the race that led to glory's goals +They won, and pass'd away. +116 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2. + +Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts +And eloquence. +117 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 240. + + +=Attempt.= + + The attempt and not the deed +Confounds us. +118 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Attention.= + + The tongues of dying men +Enforce attention like deep harmony. +119 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Audience.= + + Still govern thou my song, +Urania, and fit audience find, though few. +120 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 30, + + +=August.= + +Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold, +When August round her precious gifts is flinging; +Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled: +The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing. +121 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Aurora.= + +Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, +Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. +122 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 1. + + +=Author.= + + Most authors steal their works, or buy; +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, +123 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 59. + +No author ever spar'd a brother. +124 +GAY: _Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller._ + +How many great ones may remember'd be, +Which in their days most famously did flourish, +Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, +But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish. +125 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ St. 52. + + +=Authority.= + + Man, proud man, +Drest in a little brief authority, +Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, +His glassy essence--like an angry ape, +Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven +As make the angels weep! +126 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Autumn.= + +Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! +Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; +Conspiring with him how to load and bless +With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; +To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, +And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. +127 +KEATS: _To Autumn._ + +Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, +Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? +Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, +The fashion of thy many-colored robe? +128 +R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._ + +Autumn wins you best by this its mute +Appeal to sympathy for its decay. +129 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i. + + The lands are lit +With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; +And everywhere the Purple Asters nod +And bend and wave and flit. +130 +HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._ + +I saw old Autumn in the misty morn +Stand shadowless like silence, listening +To silence, for no lonely bird would sing +Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, +Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn. +131 +HOOD: _Autumn._ + + +=Avarice.= + +The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest: +The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! +The last corruption of degenerate man. +132 +DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, +I think I must take up with avarice. +133 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 216. + + That disease +Of which all old men sicken,--avarice. +134 +MIDDLETON: _Roaring Girl,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Awkwardness.= + +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill +Of moving gracefully, or standing still, +One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, +Desirous seems to run away from t'other. +135 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 438. + + + + +==B.== + + +=Balances.= + +Jove lifts the golden balances that show +The fates of mortal men, and things below. +136 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xxii., Line 271. + + +=Ball.= + +I saw her at a county ball; +There when the sound of flute and fiddle +Gave signal sweet in that old hall, +Of hands across and down the middle. +137 +PRAED: _Belle of the Ball-Room,_ St. 2. + + +=Banishment.= + +Eating the bitter bread of banishment. +138 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Banished? +O friar, the damned use that word in hell; +Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, +Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, +A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, +To mangle me with that word--banished? +139 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + + +=Banner.= + +Hang out our banners on the outward walls. +140 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +A banner with the strange device. +141 +LONGFELLOW: _Excelsior._ + +Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, +And charge with all thy chivalry. +142 +CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._ + + +=Bard.= + +Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, +By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, +Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey +Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. +143 +COLERIDGE: _Fancy in Nubibus._ + + +=Bars.= + +Stone walls do not a prison make, + Nor iron bars a cage. +144 +LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison,_ iv. + + +=Baseness.= + + Since Cleopatra died, +I have lived in such dishonor that the gods +Detest my baseness. +145 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14. + + +=Bashfulness.= + +I pity bashful men, who feel the pain +Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, +And bear the marks upon a blushing face, +Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. +146 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347. + + +=Battle.= + + Then more fierce +The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell +Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, +The groan of death, commingled in one sound +Of undistinguish'd horrors. +147 +SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._ + +For freedom's battle, once begun, +Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, +Though baffled oft, is ever won. +148 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123. + +When the battle rages loud and long, +And the stormy winds do blow. +149 +CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._ + + +=Beads.= + +The hooded clouds, like friars, + Tell their beads in drops of rain. +150 +LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._ + + +=Beams.= + +And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, +Thro' all the circle of the golden year. +151 +TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._ + + +=Beard.= + +His beard was as white as snow, +All flaxen was his poll. +152 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +His tawny beard was th' equal grace +Both of his wisdom and his face; +In cut and die so like a tile, +A sudden view it would beguile; +The upper part thereof was whey; +The nether, orange mix'd with grey. +153 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241. + + +=Beast.= + +A beast, that wants discourse of reason. +154 +SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Beauty.= + + My beauty, though but mean, +Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; +Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, +Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. +155 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; +A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; +A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud; +A brittle glass that's broken presently; +A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, +Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. +156 +SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11 + + Beauty stands +In the admiration only of weak minds +Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes +Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, +At every sudden slighting quite abash'd. +157 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220. + +Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, +The power of beauty I remember yet. +158 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1. + +A thing of beauty is a joy forever: +Its loveliness increases; it will never +Pass into nothingness; but still will keep +A bower quiet for us, and a sleep +Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. +159 +KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + +What is this thought or thing +Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing? +Is it a thought accepted for a thing? +Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word? +160 +MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._ + +If eyes were made for seeing, +Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. +161 +EMERSON: _The Rhodora._ + +Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, +And beauty draws us with a single hair. +162 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27. + +True beauty dwells in deep retreats, + Whose veil is unremoved +Till heart with heart in concord beats, + And the lover is beloved. +163 +WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._ + + +=Bed.= + +In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, +And born in bed, in bed we die; +The near approach a bed may show +Of human bliss and human woe. +164 +ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson. + + +=Bees.= + + So work the honey-bees; +Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach +The act of order to a peopled kingdom. +165 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +The moan of doves in immemorial elms, +And murmuring of innumerable bees. +166 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203. + + +=Beggars.= + +Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. +167 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +When beggars die, there are no comets seen; +The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. +168 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Behavior.= + +And puts himself upon his good behavior. +169 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47. + + +=Belial.= + + When night +Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons +Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. +170 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500. + + +=Bells.= + +Those evening bells! those evening bells! +How many a tale their music tells +Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, +When last I heard their soothing chime! +171 +MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._ + +Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky! + +Ring out old shapes of foul disease, + Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; + Ring out the thousand wars of old, +Ring in the thousand years of peace. + +Ring in the valiant man and free, + The larger heart, the kindlier hand; + Ring out the darkness of the land, +Ring in the Christ that is to be. +172 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv. + + Hear the mellow wedding bells, + Golden bells! +What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! +173 +EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._ + + +=Benediction.= + +The thought of our past years in me doth breed +Perpetual benediction. +174 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9. + + +=Bible.= + +A glory gilds the sacred page, + Majestic like the sun; +It gives a light to every age; + It gives, but borrows none. +175 +COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30. + + +=Bigotry.= + +Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded +That all the Apostles would have done as they did. +176 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83. + + +=Birds.= + +You call them thieves and pillagers; but know +They are the winged wardens of your farms, +Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, +And from your harvests keep a hundred harms. +177 +LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19. + + +=Birth.= + +Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: +The soul that rises with us our life's star, + Hath had elsewhere its setting, + And cometh from afar. +178 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5. + +While man is growing, life is in decrease; +And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. +Our birth is nothing but our death begun. +179 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717. + + +=Birthday.= + +A birthday:--and now a day that rose +With much of hope, with meaning rife-- +A thoughtful day from dawn to close: +The middle day of human life. +180 +JEAN INGELOW. _A Birthday Walk._ + + +=Bivouac.= + +On Fame's eternal camping-ground + Their silent tents are spread, +And Glory guards with solemn round + The bivouac of the dead. +181 +THEODORE O'HARA: _Bivouac of the Dead._ + + +=Blasphemy.= + +Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; +But, in the less, foul profanation. + * * * * * +That in the captain's but a choleric word, +Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. +182 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Bleakness.= + +A naked house, a naked moor, +A shivering pool before the door, +A garden bare of flowers and fruit, +And poplars at the garden foot: +Such is the place that I live in, +Bleak without and bare within. +183 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The House Beautiful._ + + +=Blessings.= + +How blessings brighten as they take their flight! +184 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ii., Line 602. + +For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, +And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. +185 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act v., Sc. 12. + + +=Blindness.= + +O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; +Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, +Without all hope of day. +186 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 80. + +O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! +Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, +Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age! +Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, +And all her various objects of delight +Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, +187 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 67. + + +=Bliss.= + +Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; +Bliss is the same in subject or in king. +188 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 57. + +Vain, very vain, my weary search to find +That bliss which only centres in the mind. +189 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 423. + + +=Blood.= + +When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul +Lends the tongue vows. +190 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +A ruddy drop of manly blood + The surging sea outweighs; +The world uncertain comes and goes, + The lover rooted stays. +191 +EMERSON: _Epigraph to Friendship._ + +Blood is a juice of very special kind. +192 +GOETHE: _Faust_ (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386. + + +=Bloom.= + +O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move +The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. +193 +GRAY: _Prog. of Poesy,_ Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3. + + +=Blossoms.= + +Who in life's battle firm doth stand +Shall bear hope's tender blossoms + Into the silent land. +194 +J.G. VON SALIS: _The Silent Land._ + + +=Bluntness.= + +I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, +Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, +To stir men's blood: I only speak right on. +195 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Blushing.= + +Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, +Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. +The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; +They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, +And flare up boldly, wings and all. +What then? +Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl? +196 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii., Line 732. + + +=Boasting.= + + Here's a large mouth, indeed, +That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; +Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, +As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs. +197 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Boat.= + +Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat; + Just parted from the shore, +And to the fisher's chorus-note + Soft moves the dipping oar. +198 +BAILLIE: _Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat._ + + +=Boldness.= + +In conversation boldness now bears sway, +But know, that nothing can so foolish be +As empty boldness. +199 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 34. + + +=Bond.= + +I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; +I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. +200 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Bones.= + +Cursed be he that moves my bones. +201 +SHAKS.: _Shakespeare's Epitaph._ + +Rattle his bones over the stones! +He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns! +202 +THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._ + + +=Books.= + +A book! O rare one! +Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment +Nobler than that it covers. +203 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + That place that does contain +My books, the best companions, is to me +A glorious court, where hourly I converse +With the old sages and philosophers; +And sometimes, for variety, I confer +With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels. +204 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Elder Brother,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Books cannot always please, however good; +Minds are not ever craving for their food. +205 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xxiv. + +Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, +Are a substantial world, both pure and good; +Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, +Our pastime and our happiness will grow. +206 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._ + +Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. +207 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 327. + +Some books are lies frae end to end. +208 +BURNS: _Death and Dr. Hornbook._ + + +=Bores.= + +Society is now one polish'd horde, +Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored._ +209 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 95. + +Again I hear that creaking step!-- + He's rapping at the door!-- +Too well I know the boding sound + That ushers in a bore. +210 +J.G. SAXE: _My Familiar._ + + +=Borrowing.= + +Neither a borrower nor a lender be, +For loan oft loses both itself and friend; +And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. +This above all,--to thine own self be true; +And it must follow, as the night the day, +Thou canst not then be false to any man. +211 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Boston.= + +Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! +Solid men of Boston, make no long orations! +212 +CHARLES MORRIS: _American Song. From Lyra Urbanica._ + + +=Bough.= + +Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, +And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, +That sometime grew within this learned man. +213 +MARLOWE: _Faustus._ + + +=Bounds.= + +There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, +But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. +214 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1 + + +=Bounty.= + + For his bounty, +There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, +That grew the more by reaping. +215 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2 + +Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, + Heaven did a recompense as largely send; +He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, + He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. +216 +GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._ + + +=Bourn.= + +The undiscover'd country from whose bourn +No traveller returns. +217 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Bower.= + +I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, + Where roses and lilies and violets meet. +218 +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _I'd be a Butterfly._ + + +=Bowl.= + +There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, +The feast of reason and the flow of soul. +219 +POPE: Satire i., Line 6. + + +=Boyhood.= + +The whining schoolboy, with his satchel, +And shining morning face, creeping like snail +Unwillingly to school. +220 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + The smiles, the tears, + Of boyhood's years, +The words of love then spoken. +221 +MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._ + + +=Braes.= + +We twa hae run about the braes, + And pu'd the gowans fine. +222 +BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._ + + +=Braggart.= + + I know them, yea, +And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: +Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, +That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, +Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, +And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, +How they might hurt their enemies if they durst; +And this is all. +223 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Brains.= + + The times have been +That, when the brains were out, the man would die, +And there an end; but now they rise again, +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, +And push us from our stools. +224 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Bravery.= + + 'Tis more brave +To live, than to die. +225 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11. + +None but the brave deserves the fair. +226 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1. + +How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, +By all their country's wishes blest! +227 +COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._ + + +=Breach.= + +Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, +Or close the wall up with our English dead! +228 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Bread.= + +O God! that bread should be so dear, + And flesh and blood so cheap! +229 +HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._ + + +=Breast.= + +The yielding marble of her snowy breast. +230 +WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._ + +A word in season spoken + May calm the troubled breast. +231 +CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._ + + +=Breath.= + +When the good man yields his breath +(For the good man never dies). +232 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v. + + +=Breeches.= + +But the old three-cornered hat, +And the breeches, and all that, + Are so queer! +233 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._ + + +=Breezes.= + + Breezes of the South! +Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, +And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, +Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played +Among the palms of Mexico and vines +Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks +That from the fountains of Sonora glide +Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned +A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? +234 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._ + + +=Brevity.= + + Since brevity is the soul of wit, +And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-- +I will be brief. +235 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +For brevity is very good, +When we are, or are not, understood. +236 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669. + + +=Bribes.= + + What! shall one of us, +That struck the foremost man of all this world, +But for supporting robbers;--shall we now +Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? +And sell the mighty space of our large honors +For so much trash as may be grasped thus? +I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, +Than such a Roman. +237 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Bride.= + +You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, +All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. +238 +THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._ + + +=Bridge.= + +By the rude bridge that arched the flood, + Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, +Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, + And fired the shot heard round the world. +239 +EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._ + + +=Brooks.= + +A silvery brook comes stealing + From the shadow of its trees, +Where slender herbs of the forest stoop + Before the entering breeze. +240 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._ + + +=Brotherhood.= + + I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, +And hurt my brother. +241 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; +A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! +242 +BURNS: _A Winter Night._ + + +=Bubbles.= + +The earth hath bubbles as the water has, +And these are of them. +243 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Bucket.= + +The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, +The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. +244 +WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._ + + +=Bud.= + +The bud is on the bough again. + The leaf is on the tree. +245 +CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_ + + +=Bugle.= + +Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! +And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. +246 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360. + + +=Building.= + +The hand that rounded Peter's dome, +And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, +Wrought in a sad sincerity; +Himself from God he could not free; +He builded better than he knew: +The conscious stone to beauty grew. +247 +EMERSON: _The Problem._ + + +=Burden.= + +A sacred burden is this life ye bear: +Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, +Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. +248 +FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young +Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._ + + +=Bush.= + +For what are they all in their high conceit, +When man in the bush with God may meet? +249 +EMERSON: _Good-Bye._ + + +=Business.= + +Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where +And when, and how thy business may be done, +Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, +Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on. +250 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57. + + +=Buttercups.= + +All will be gay when noontide wakes anew +The buttercups, the little children's dower. +251 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._ + + + + +==C.== + + +=Cadence.= + + Wit will shine +Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. +252 +DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15. + + +=Cćsar.= + +Imperious Cćsar, dead and turn'd to clay, +Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. +253 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +But yesterday the word of Cćsar might +Have stood against the world; now lies he there, +And none so poor to do him reverence. +254 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Calamity.= + +Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, +And thou art wedded to calamity. +255 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Calmness.= + +And through the heat of conflict keeps the law +In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. +256 +WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._ + + +=Calumny.= + + Calumny will sear +Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's. +257 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Camping.= + +The bed was made, the room was fit, +By punctual eve the stars were lit; +The air was still, the water ran, +No need was there for maid or man, +When we put up, my ass and I, +At God's green caravanserai. +258 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._ + + +=Candle.= + +How far that little candle throws his beams! +So shines a good deed in a naughty world. +259 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Candor.= + +Some positive, persisting fops we know, +Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; +But you with pleasure own your errors past, +And make each day a critique on the last. +260 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9. + + +=Cannons.= + +The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; +And ready mounted are they, to spit forth +Their iron indignation. +261 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Canopy.= + +Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; +My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. +262 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139. + + +=Capacity.= + +That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,-- +Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, +Soul discontented with capacity,-- +Is gone (I fear) forever. +263 +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii. + + +=Captain.= + +O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, +The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won. +The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, +While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. + But O heart! heart! heart! + O the bleeding drops of red, + Where on the deck my Captain lies, + Fallen cold and dead. +264 +WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.) + +A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. +265 +JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Care.= + +Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, +And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. +266 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Care that is enter'd once into the breast, +Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. +267 +BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, +Pursues its feeble victim to the grave. +268 +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17. + +Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; +And every grin, so merry, draws one out. +269 +PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15. + +Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, +And therefore let's be merry. +270 +GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._ + + +=Carefulness.= + +For my means, I'll husband them so well, +They shall go far with little. +271 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + + +=Cat.= + +A harmless necessary cat. +272 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Let Hercules himself do what he may, +The cat will mew and dog will have his day. +273 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Cataract.= + + The sounding cataract +Haunted me like a passion. +274 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + + +=Cathedrals.= + + The high embower'd roof, +With antique pillars, massy proof, +And storied windows, richly dight, +Casting a dim religious light. +275 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 157. + + +=Cato.= + +Like Cato, give his little senate laws, +And sit attentive to his own applause. +276 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 207. + + +=Cattle.= + +O Mary, go and call the cattle home, + And call the cattle home, +And call the cattle home, + Across the sands o' Dee. +277 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Sands of Dee._ + + +=Cause.= + +And therefore little shall I grace my cause +In speaking for myself. +278 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Caution.= + +Let every eye negotiate for itself +And trust no agent. +279 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii, Sc. 1. + +Know when to speak; for many times it brings +Danger, to give the best advice to kings. +280 +HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council,_ + +Vessels large may venture more, +But little boats should keep near shore. +281 +FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard._ + + +=Caverns.= + +Where Alph, the sacred river, ran +Through caverns measureless to man + Down to a sunless sea. +282 +COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._ + + +=Celibacy.= + +But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, +Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, +Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. +283 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain +But our destroyer, foe to God and man? +284 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748. + + +=Censure.= + +Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, +Are lost on hearers that our merits know. +285 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 293. + + +=Ceremony.= + +Ceremony was but devised at first +To set a gloss on faint deeds--hollow welcomes, +Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown; +But where there is true friendship, there needs none. +286 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Challenge.= + + There I throw my gage, +To prove it on thee, to the extremest point +Of mortal breathing. +287 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Chance.= + + That power +Which erring men call Chance. +288 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 587. + +All nature is but art unknown to thee, +All chance, direction, which thou canst not see. +289 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289. + + +=Change.= + +All but God is changing day by day. +290 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Prometheus._ + +When change itself can give no more, +'T is easy to be true. +291 +CHARLES SEDLEY: _Reasons for Constancy._ + +Let the great world spin forever down the ringing + grooves of change. +292 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 182. + + +=Chaos.= + +For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, +And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. +293 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1019. + +Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; +Still by himself abused or disabused. +294 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 13. + + +=Character.= + +There is a kind of character in thy life, +That to the observer doth thy history +Fully unfold. +295 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Worth, courage, honor, these indeed +Your sustenance and birthright are. +296 +E.C. STEDMAN: _Beyond the Portals,_ Pt. 10. + + +=Charity.= + + Charity itself fulfils the law, +And who can sever love from charity? +297 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Alas for the rarity +Of Christian charity +Under the sun! +298 +HOOD: _Bridge of Sighs._ + + +=Charms.= + +Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. +299 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto v., Line 34. + + +=Chastity.= + +So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, +That when a soul is found sincerely so, +A thousand liveried angels lackey her. +300 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453. + + +=Chatterton.= + +I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, +The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride. +Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy, +Following his plough along the mountain side. +301 +WORDSWORTH: _Res. and Indep.,_ St. 7. + + +=Chaucer.= + +Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, +On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. +302 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32. + + +=Cheating.= + +Doubtless the pleasure is as great, +Of being cheated as to cheat. +303 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1. + + +=Cheerfulness.= + + It is good +To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. +304 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 35. + + +=Chickens.= + +To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, +And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. +305 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923. + + +=Chiding.= + +Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, +When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth. +306 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Sc. 4. + + +=Child--Childhood--Children.= + +Ah! what would the world be to us + If the children were no more? +We should dread the desert behind us + Worse than the dark before. +307 +LONGFELLOW: _Children._ + +Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, +Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. +308 +POPE: _Essay on Man._ Epis. ii., Line 275. + +The child is father of the man. +309 +WORDSWORTH: _My Heart Leaps,_ Line 7. + +Children are the keys of Paradise. +They alone are good and wise, +Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer +310 +R.H. STODDARD: _The Children's Prayer._ + +I have had playmates, I have had companions, +In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. +All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. +311 +CHARLES LAMB: _Old Familiar Faces._ + +As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. +312 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330. + +Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, +Make me a child again, just for to-night. +313 +ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._ + + +=Chime.= + +Faintly as tolls the evening chime, +Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. +314 +MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._ + + +=Chivalry.= + +Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away. +315 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11. + + +=Choice.= + +There's small choice in rotten apples. +316 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Follow thou thy choice. +317 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._ + + +=Choler.= + +Must I give way and room to your rash choler? +Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? +318 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Chord.= + +Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; +Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. +319 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33. + + +=Christ.= + +In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, +With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: +As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. +320 +JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._ + +Hail to the King of Bethlehem, +Who weareth in his diadem +The yellow crocus for the gem +Of his authority. +321 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii. + + Christ--the one great word +Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. +322 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._ + +We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. +323 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii. + + +=Christmas.= + +At Christmas play, and make good cheer, +For Christmas comes but once a year. +324 +TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12. + +Again at Christmas did we weave + The holly round the Christmas hearth; + The silent snow possess'd the earth. +325 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1. + +Bright be thy Christmas tide! +Carol it far and wide, +Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come! +326 +FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._ + +Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; +But let it whistle as it will, +We'll keep our Christmas merry still. +327 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction. + +'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house +Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse. +328 +CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._ + + +=Church.= + +Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, +Will never mark the marble with his name. +329 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285. + +"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak; +They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek, +From Christian folds, the one selected race, +Of all professions, and in every place." +330 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii. + + +=Churchyard.= + +The solitary, silent, solemn scene, +Where Cćsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, +Blended in dust together; where the slave +Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud +Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; +Where human folly sleeps. +331 +DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540. + + +=Churlishness.= + +My master is of churlish disposition, +And little recks to find the way to heaven, +By doing deeds of hospitality. +332 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Circumstance.= + +And grasps the skirts of happy chance, +And breasts the blows of circumstance. +333 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2. + + +=Citadel.= + +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, +A forked mountain, or blue promontory +With trees upon't. +334 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14. + + +=Citizens.= + +Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. +335 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._ + + +=City.= + +As one who long in populous city pent, +Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. +336 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445. + + +=Civilities.= + +Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, +Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. +337 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133. + + +=Clay.= + + Tho' he trip and fall, +He shall not blind his soul with clay. +338 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308. + + +=Cleanliness.= + +E'en from the body's purity, the mind +Receives a secret sympathetic aid. +339 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269. + + +=Clergyman.= + +Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, +And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, +There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, +The village preacher's modest mansion rose. +A man he was to all the country dear, +And passing rich with forty pounds a year. +340 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137. + + +=Cliff.= + +As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, +Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- +Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, +Eternal sunshine settles on its head. +341 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189. + + +=Clime.= + +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, +To traverse climes beyond the western main. +342 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 409. + + +=Cloak.= + +Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, + Then take thine old cloake about thee. +343 +PERCY: _Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee._ + + +=Clock.= + +Till like a clock worn out with eating time, +The wheels of weary life at last stood still. +344 +DRYDEN: _Oedipus,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Clothes.= + +The naked every day he clad + When he put on his clothes. +345 +GOLDSMITH: _Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._ + + +=Clouds.= + +Circling the mountains the gray clouds go +Heavy with storms as a mother with child, +Seeking release from their burden of snow +With calm slow motion they cross the wild-- +Stately and sombre, they catch and cling +To the barren crags of the peaks in the west, +Weary with waiting, and mad for rest. +346 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Clouds._ + + Clouds on the western side +Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. +347 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Twilight Calm._ + +Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west +Is paved with smiling faces. +348 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Coach.= + +Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, +And let the man who calleth be the caller, +And in his calling let him nothing call +But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! +349 +CAREY: _Chrononhotonthologos,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Cock-crowing.= + + The early village cock +Hath twice done salutation to the morn. +350 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Coincidence.= + +A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase +By which such things are settled nowadays. +351 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vi., St. 78. + + +=Cold.= + +The cold in clime are cold in blood, + Their love can scarce deserve the name. +352 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1099. + +For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, +And I am sick at heart. +353 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Coliseum.= + +"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; +When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; +And when Rome falls--the world." +354 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 145. + + +=Colossus.= + +Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world +Like a Colossus, and we petty men +Walk under his huge legs and peep about +To find ourselves dishonorable graves. +355 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Colors.= + +I took it for a faery vision +Of some gay creatures of the element, +That in the colors of the rainbow live, +And play i' th' plighted clouds. +356 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 298. + + +=Columbia.= + +Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, +The queen of the world and child of the skies! +Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, +While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. +357 +TIMOTHY DWIGHT: _Columbia._ + + +=Column.= + +Where London's column, pointing at the skies, +Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. +358 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 339. + + +=Combat.= + +The combat deepens. On, ye brave, +Who rush to glory or the grave! +359 +CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._ + + +=Comet.= + +Incens'd with indignation Satan stood +Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd +That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge +In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair +Shakes pestilence and war. +360 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 707. + + +=Comfort.= + +O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; +'Tis like a pardon after execution; +That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; +But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. +361 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Commandments.= + +Could I come near your beauty with my nails, +I'd set my ten commandments in your face. +362 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Commentators.= + +How commentators each dark passage shun, +And hold their farthing candle to the sun. +363 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vii., Line 97. + + +=Commerce.= + +Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, +And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. +364 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 91. + + +=Communion.= + +When one that holds communion with the skies +Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, +And once more mingles with us meaner things, +'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings. +365 +COWPER: _Charity,_ Line 435. + + +=Companions.= + +Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee! + We'd make with joyful wing +Our annual visit o'er the globe, + Companions of the spring. +366 +JOHN LOGAN: _To the Cuckoo._ + + +=Comparisons.= + +When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; +So doth the greater glory dim the less. +36 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, +Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! +368 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 17. + + +=Compass.= + +Though pleased to see the dolphins play, +I mind my compass and my way. +369 +MATTHEW GREEN: _Spleen,_ Line 93. + + +=Compassion.= + +O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, +And not relent, or not compassion him? +370 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Compensation.= + +Under the storm and the cloud to-day, +And to-day the hard peril and pain-- +To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away, +For the sunshine shall follow the rain. +Merciful Father, I will not complain, +I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain. +371 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _For Princess Maud._ + + +=Complexion.= + +Mislike me not for my complexion, +The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. +372 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Compulsion.= + +Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. +373 +MILTON: _Arcades,_ Line 68. + + +=Concealment.= + + She never told her love, +But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, +Feed on her damask cheek. +374 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Conceit.= + +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. +375 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Conclusion.= + +But this denoted a foregone conclusion. +376 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Concord.= + +Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, +Uproar the universal peace, confound +All unity on earth. +377 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Condemnation.= + +To each his suff'rings; all are men, + Condemn'd alike to groan,-- +The tender for another's pain, + Th' unfeeling for his own. +378 +GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._ + + +=Confession.= + +Come, now again thy woes impart, +Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; +We cannot heal the throbbing heart, +Till we discern the wounds within. +379 +CRABBE: _Hall of Justice,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Confidence.= + + I will believe +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; +And so far will I trust thee. +380 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Conflict.= + + Arms on armor clashing bray'd +Horrible discord, and the madding wheels +Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise +Of conflict. +381 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 209. + + +=Confusion.= + +Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! + Confusion on thy banners wait! +382 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1. + +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, +Confusion worse confounded. +383 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 995. + + +=Congregation.= + +Wherever God erects a house of prayer, +The Devil always builds a chapel there; +And 't will be found, upon examination, +The latter has the largest congregation. +384 +DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1. + + +=Conquest.= + +Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, + They mock the air with idle slate. +385 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1. + + +=Conscience.= + +Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; +And thus the native hue of resolution +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; +And enterprises of great pith and moment, +With this regard their currents torn awry, +And lose the name of action. +386 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +O conscience, into what abyss of fears +And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which +I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd! +387 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 842. + +But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws +So much, as when we call our old debts in +At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, +And find a deuced balance with the devil. +388 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 167. + + +=Consideration.= + +Consideration like an angel came, +And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him. +389 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Consistency.= + +Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man; + He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; +But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-- + He's ben true to _one_ party, an' thet is himself. +390 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. ii. + + +=Consolation.= + +This grief is crowned with consolation. +391 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; +Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; +Raze out the written troubles of the brain; +And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, +Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, +Which weighs upon the heart? +392 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Conspiracy.= + +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed +Than executed. +393 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Constancy.= + +I am constant as the northern star, +Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality +There is no fellow in the firmament. +394 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Alas! they had been friends in youth; +But whispering tongues can poison truth, +And constancy lives in realms above. +395 +COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Consummation.= + + To die: to sleep: +No more; and by a sleep to say we end +The heartache and the thousand natural shocks +That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation +Devoutly to be wish'd. +396 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Contemplation.= + +For contemplation he and valor form'd, +For softness she and sweet attractive grace. +397 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297. + + +=Contempt.= + + From no one vice exempt, +And most contemptible to shun contempt. +398 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 194. + + +=Contention.= + + Sons and brothers at a strife! +What is your quarrel? how began it first? +--No quarrel, but a slight contention. +399 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Contentment.= + +He that commends me to mine own content, +Commends me to the thing I cannot get. +400 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +This is the charm, by sages often told, +Converting all it touches into gold: +Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, +Can rear a garden in the desert waste. +401 +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Clifton Grove,_ Line 139. + + +=Contradiction.= + +Woman's at best a contradiction still. +402 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 270. + + +=Controversy.= + +Great contest follows, and much learned dust +Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, +And truth disclaiming both. +403 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iii., Line 161. + + +=Conversation.= + +A dearth of words a woman need not fear; +But 't is a task indeed to learn--to hear: +In that the skill of conversation lies; +That shows or makes you both polite and wise. +404 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire v., Line 57. + + +=Converts.= + +More proselytes and converts use t' accrue +To false persuasions than the right and true; +For error and mistake are infinite, +But truth has but one way to be i' th' right. +405 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 113. + + +=Cooks.= + +Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks. +406 +GARRICK: _Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal._ + + +=Coquette.= + +Or light or dark, or short or tall, +She sets a springe to snare them all; +All 's one to her--above her fan +She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. +407 +T.B. ALDRICH: _Coquette._ + + +=Corruption.= + +Corruption is a tree, whose branches are +Of an unmeasurable length: they spread +Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence +Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority. +408 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Hon. Man's For.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + +At length corruption, like a general flood, +(So long by watchful ministers withstood,) +Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on, +Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun. +409 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 135. + + +=Counsel.= + + Bosom up my counsel, +You'll find it wholesome. +410 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, +Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. +411 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 7. + + +=Country.= + +God made the country, and man made the town; +What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts, +That can alone make sweet the bitter draught +That life holds out to all, should most abound, +And least be threatened in the fields and groves? +412 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. i., Line 749. + +True patriots all; for be it understood +We left our country for our country's good. +413 +GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for +the Opening of the Playhouse at New South +Wales, Jan. 16, 1796._ + + +=Courage.= + + What man dare, I dare. +Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, +The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger. +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves +Shall never tremble. +414 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +I dare do all that may become a man: +Who dares do more is none. +415 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + + No thought of flight, +None of retreat, no unbecoming deed +That argued fear; each on himself relied, +As only in his arm the moment lay +Of victory. +416 +MILTON, _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 236. + + +=Court--Courtiers.= + +The caterpillars of the commonwealth, +Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away. +417 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + Not a courtier, +Although they wear their faces to the bent +Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not +Glad at the thing they scowl at. +418 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + A mere court butterfly, +That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. +419 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Courtesy.= + +How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, +Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! +Wholesome as air and genial as the light, +Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,-- +It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, +And gives its owner passport round the globe. +420 +JAMES T. FIELDS: _Courtesy._ + + +=Courtship.= + +Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, +And lay incessant battery to her heart; +Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,-- +These engines can the proudest love convert. +421 +SPENSER: _Amoretti and Epithalamion,_ Sonnet xiv. + +She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; +She is a woman, therefore may be won. +422 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +He that would win his dame must do +As love does when he draws his bow; +With one hand thrust the lady from, +And with the other pull her home. +423 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449. + + +=Covetousness.= + +When workmen strive to do better than well, +They do confound their skill in covetousness. +424 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Cowardice.= + +O, that a mighty man, of such descent, +Of such possessions, and so high esteem, +Should be infused with so foul a spirit! +425 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2. + +Cowards die many times before their deaths; +The valiant never taste of death but once. +426 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The man that lays his hand upon a woman, +Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch +Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. +427 +JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +The coward never on himself relies, +But to an equal for assistance flies. +428 +CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84. + + +=Cowslips.= + +With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, +And every flower that sad embroidery wears. +429 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139. + + +=Coxcombs.= + +So by false learning is good sense defac'd; +Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, +And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools. +430 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25. + +And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. +431 +JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._ + + +=Cradle.= + +Me let the tender office long engage +To rock the cradle of reposing age. +432 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408. + + +=Craftiness.= + +That for ways that are dark +And for tricks that are vain, +The heathen Chinee is peculiar. +433 +BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._ + + +=Creation.= + +Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse +Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- +An awful pause! prophetic of her end. +434 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23. + + +=Credit.= + +Bless paper credit! last and best supply! +That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. +435 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39. + + +=Creed.= + +Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side +In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? +Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, +If he kneel not before the same altar with me? +436 +MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._ + + +=Crime.= + +Between the acting of a dreadful thing +And the first motion, all the interim is +Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. +437 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + One murder made a villain, +Millions a hero. Princes were privileged +To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. +438 +BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154. + + +=Criticism--Critics.= + +I am nothing if not critical. +439 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Critics I saw, that other names deface, +And fix their own, with labor, in their place. +440 +POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37. + + +=Cromwell.= + +Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, +Not of war only, but detractions rude, +Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, +To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd. +441 +MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._ + + +=Cross.= + + The moon of Mahomet + Arose, and it shall set; +While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, + The cross leads generations on. +442 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221. + + +=Crowd.= + +Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife + Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray. +443 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19. + + +=Crown.= + +Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, +And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. +444 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + What seem'd his head +The likeness of a kingly crown had on. +Satan was now at hand. +445 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666. + + +=Cruelty.= + +A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, +Uncapable of pity, void and empty +From any dram of mercy. +446 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Cupid.= + +Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, +And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. +447 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Cupid is a casuist, +A mystic, and a cabalist,-- +Can your lurking thought surprise, +And interpret your device.... +Heralds high before him run; +He has ushers many a one; +He spreads his welcome where he goes, +And touches all things with his rose. +All things wait for and divine him,-- +How shall I dare to malign him? +448 +EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i. + + +=Cure.= + + 'T is an ill cure +For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. +449 +SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Curfew.= + +The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, + The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, +The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, + And leaves the world to darkness and to me. +450 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1. + + +=Curiosity.= + +I loathe that low vice, curiosity. +451 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23. + + +=Curls.= + +Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- +The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. +452 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684. + + +=Current.= + +We must take the current when it serves, +Or lose our ventures. +453 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Curses.= + + Let this pernicious hour +Stand aye accursed in the calendar. +454 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + But in their stead +Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, +Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. +455 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +It was that fatal and perfidious bark, +Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. +456 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100. + + +=Custom.= + +How use doth breed a habit in a man! +457 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + Custom calls me to 't;-- +What custom wills, in all things should we do 't? +458 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Assume a virtue, if you have it not. +That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, +Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. +459 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4 + + +=Cypress.= + +Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, +The only constant mourner o'er the dead. +460 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286. + + + + +==D.== + + +=Daffadills.= + +Fair daffadills, we weep to see + You haste away so soon: +As yet the early rising sun + Has not attained his noon. +461 +HERRICK: _To Daffadills._ + + +=Dagger.= + +Is this a dagger which I see before me, +The handle toward my hand?... + or art thou but +A dagger of the mind, a false creation, +Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? +462 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1 + + +=Daisy.= + +The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, +She is of such low degree. +463 +HOOD: _Flowers._ + + +=Damnation.= + +And deal damnation round the land. +464 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7. + + +=Damsel.= + +A damsel with a dulcimer +In a vision once I saw. +465 +COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._ + + +=Dancing.= + +Alike all ages: dames of ancient days +Have led their children through the mirthful maze: +And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, +Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. +466 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251. + +Her feet beneath her petticoat, +Like little mice, stole in and out, + As if they feared the light; +But, oh! she dances such a way! +No sun upon an Easter-day + Is half so fine a sight. +467 +SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._ + +Come and trip it as you go +On the light fantastic toe. +468 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33. + +On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! +No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, +To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. +469 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22. + +You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, + Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? +470 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10. + + +=Danger.= + +He that stands upon a slippery place, +Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. +471 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. +472 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, +Nor thought of tender happiness betray. +473 +WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._ + + +=Dante.= + +Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, +Wrote one song--and in my brain I sing it. +474 +ROBERT BROWNING: _One Word More,_ xvii. + + +=Daring.= + +I dare do all that may become a man; +Who dares do more is none. +475 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7 + +The bravest are the tenderest,-- +The loving are the daring. +476 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _The Song of the Camp._ + + +=Darkness.= + +Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief +On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair +It has mantled a world. +477 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4. + +Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, +And universal darkness buries all. +478 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649. + + +=Dart.= + +Th' adorning thee with so much art + Is but a barb'rous skill; +'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, + Too apt before to kill. +479 +ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._ + + +=Daughter.= + +Still harping on my daughter. +480 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! +Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. +481 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._ + + +=Dawn.= + + The morning steals upon the night, +Melting the darkness. +482 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +The day begins to break, and night is fled, +Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. +483 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Clothing the palpable and familiar +With golden exhalations of the dawn. +484 +COLERIDGE: _Death of Wallenstein,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Day, Days.= + +At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, +And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, +When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, +And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. +485 +BEATTIE: _The Hermit._ + +My days are in the yellow leaf; + The flowers and fruits of love are gone; +The worm, the canker, and the grief + Are mine alone! +486 +BYRON: _On my Thirty-sixth Year._ + +One of those heavenly days that cannot die. +487 +WORDSWORTH: _Nutting._ + + +=Death.= + +Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, +It seems to me most strange that men should fear; +Seeing that death, a necessary end, +Will come, when it will come. +488 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Kings and mightiest potentates must die, +For that's the end of human misery. +489 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Death lies on her, like an untimely frost +Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. +490 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. +491 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Behind her death, +Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet +On his pale horse. +492 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 588. + +Come to the bridal chamber, Death! +Come to the mother's, when she feels, +For the first time, her first-born's breath; +Come when the blessed seals +That close the pestilence are broke, +And crowded cities wail its stroke; +Come in consumption's ghastly form, +The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; +Come when the heart beats high and warm, +With banquet song, and dance, and wine; +And thou art terrible,--the tear, +The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, +And all we know, or dream, or fear +Of agony are thine. +493 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. +494 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 1011. + +To every man upon this earth +Death cometh soon or late. +495 +MACAULAY: _Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,_ xxvii. + +Leaves have their times to fall, +And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, +And stars to set--but all, +Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. +496 +MRS. HEMANS: _Hour of Death._ + +Death is only kind to mortals. +497 +SCHILLER: _Complaint of Ceres,_ St. 4. + +What a strange, delicious amazement is Death, +To be without body and breathe without breath. +498 +EDWIN ARNOLD: _She and He._ + +There is no Death! What seems so is transition; + This life of mortal breath +Is but a suburb of the life elysian, + Whose portal we call death. +499 +LONGFELLOW: _Resignation,_ St. 5. + +Our days begin with trouble here, + Our life is but a span, +And cruel death is always near, + So frail a thing is man. +500 +_From the New England Primer._ + +Death rides on every passing breeze, + He lurks in every flower. +501 +HEBER: _At a Funeral,_ No. i. + +How wonderful is Death! +Death and his brother Sleep. +502 +SHELLEY: _Queen Mab,_ St. i. + +And Death is beautiful as feet of friend +Coming with welcome at our journey's end. +503 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _To George William Curtis._ + +Death in itself is nothing; but we fear +To be we know not what, we know not where. +504 +DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Debt.= + +You say, you nothing owe; and so I say: +He only owes, who something hath to pay. +505 +MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3. + + +=Decay.= + +Before decay's effacing fingers +Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. +506 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68. + +The ruins of himself! now worn away +With age, yet still majestic in decay. +507 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271. + + +=Deceit.= + +Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, +And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice. +508 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +O, what a tangled web we weave, +When first we practise to deceive. +509 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 17 + + +=December.= + +And after him came next the chill December: +Yet he, through merry feasting which he made +And great bonfires, did not the cold remember; +His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad. +510 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41. + + As soon +Seek roses in December, ice in June. +511 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 75. + + +=Decency.= + +Immodest words admit of no defence, +For want of decency is want of sense. +512 +EARL OF ROSCOMMON: _Essay on Translated Verse_; Line 113. + + +=Decision.= + +If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well +It were done quickly. +513 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + +Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, +In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; +Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, +Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; +And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. +514 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis._ + + +=Deeds.= + + And with necessity, +The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. +515 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 393. + + Oh! 't is easy +To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them-- +The threading in cold blood each mean detail, +And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance-- +There lies the self-denial. +516 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Deep.= + +Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies, +Methinks her patient sons before me stand, +Where the broad ocean leans against the land. +517 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 282. + + +=Defeat.= + + Such a numerous host +Fled not in silence through the frighted deep, +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, +Confusion worse confounded. +518 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 993. + + +=Defect.= + +So may a glory from defect arise. +519 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Deaf and Dumb._ + + +=Defence.= + +What boots it at one gate to make defence, +And at another to let in the foe? +520 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 560. + + +=Defiance.= + +I do defy him, and I spit at him; +Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: +Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; +And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot, +Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps. +521 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Deity.= + +Hail, source of being! universal soul +Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail! +To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts +Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, +Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd. +522 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 556. + + +=Dejection.= + +As high as we have mounted in delight, +In our dejection do we sink as low. +523 +WORDSWORTH: _Resolution and Independence,_ St. 4. + + +=Delay.= + +Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. +524 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer; +Next day the fatal precedent will plead; +Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. +525 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 390. + + +=Deliberation.= + + Deep on his front engraven, +Deliberation sat, and public care. +526 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300. + + +=Delight.= + +She was a phantom of delight +When first she gleamed upon my sight, +A lovely apparition, sent +To be a moment's ornament. +527 +WORDSWORTH: _She was a Phantom of Delight._ + + +=Delusion.= + + For love of grace, +Lay not that flattering unction to your soul +That not your trespass but my madness speaks: +It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. +Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, +Infects unseen. +528 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Denmark.= + +Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. +529 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Deportment.= + +What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, +Unless deportment gives them decent grace? +Blest with all other requisites to please, +Some want the striking elegance of ease; +The curious eye their awkward movement tires; +They seem like puppets led about by wires. +530 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741. + + +=Depravity.= + +God's love seemed lost upon him. +531 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._ + + +=Depression.= + +All day the darkness and the cold + Upon my heart have lain, +Like shadows on the winter sky, + Like frost upon the pane. +532 +WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._ + + +=Desert.= + +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, +Or in the wide desert where no life is found. +533 +HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._ + +The keenest pangs the wretched find + Are rapture to the dreary void, +The leafless desert of the mind, + The waste of feelings unemployed. +534 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957. + + +=Desire (Love).= + +It liveth not in fierce desire, + With dead desire it doth not die. +535 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13. + + +=Desolation.= + +Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate. +Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, +Yet with itself every soul standeth single, +Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan; +Holding and having its brief exultation; +Making its lonesome and low lamentation; +Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. +536 +ALICE CARY: _Life._ + + +=Despair.= + +Despair defies even despotism; there is +That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts +With levell'd spears. +537 +BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + Then black despair, +The shadow of a starless night, was thrown +Over the world in which I moved alone. +538 +SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6 + + The strongest and the fiercest spirit +That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. +539 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44. + + +=Destiny.= + + That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight-- +Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright +Its destiny sometimes. +540 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16. + +Where'er she lie, +Locked up from mortal eye, +In shady leaves of destiny. +541 +RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._ + + +=Determination.= + +I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, +And bid me hold my peace. +542 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Detraction.= + +Happy are they that hear their detractions, +And can put them to mending. +543 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; +At every word a reputation dies. +544 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 15. + + +=Devil.= + + 'T is the eye of childhood +That fears a painted devil. +545 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; +The devil was well, the devil a saint was he. +546 +RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv. + + +=Devotion.= + +As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean +Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, +So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion +Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. +517 +MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._ + + +=Dew.= + +What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, +Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? +548 +BEN JONSON: _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._ + + +=Dial.= + +True as the dial to the sun, +Although it be not shin'd upon. +549 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175. + + +=Difficulty.= + +It is as hard to come, as for a camel +To thread the postern of a needle's eye. +550 +SHAKS: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Dignity.= + +Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, +In every gesture dignity and love. +551 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 488. + + +=Digression.= + +And there began a lang digression +About the lords o' the creation. +552 +BURNS: _The Twa Dogs._ + + +=Dinner.= + +Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. +553 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 99. + + +=Disappointment.= + +Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, +Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd! +554 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._ + + +=Discord.= + +Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay. +555 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15. + +From hence, let fierce contending nations know +What dire effects from civil discord flow. +556 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Discourse.= + +Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, +Looking before and after, gave us not +That capability and godlike reason +To fust in us unused. +557 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + + +=Discretion.= + +Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, +Not to outsport discretion. +558 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +It shewed discretion, the best part of valor. +559 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King and No King,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Diseases.= + + Diseases, desperate grown, +By desperate appliance are reliev'd, +Or not at all. +560 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Disguise.= + +'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise; +It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength. +561 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night viii., Line 372. + + +=Dislike.= + +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, +The reason why I cannot tell; +But this alone I know full well, +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. +562 +TOM BROWN: _Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,_ 33. + + +=Disobedience.= + +Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit +Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste +Brought death into the world, and all our woe. +563 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + + +=Disorder.= + +You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, +With most admir'd disorder. +564 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Disposition.= + +He is of a very melancholy disposition. +565 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Dispute.= + +'T is strange how some men's tempers suit, +Like bawd and brandy, with dispute, +That for their own opinions stand fast, +Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd. +566 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1. + + +=Dissension.= + +Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, +That no dissension hinder government. +567 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 6. + + +=Dissimulation.= + + Away and mock the time with fairest show; +False face must hide what the false heart doth know. +568 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + + +=Dissolution.= + + Like the baseless fabric of this vision, +The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, +The solemn temples, the great globe itself, +Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; +And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, +Leave not a rack behind. +569 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Distance.= + +'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, +And robes the mountain in its azure hue. +570 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 7. + + Sweetest melodies +Are those that are by distance made more sweet. +571 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk,_ St. 2. + + +=Distrust.= + +The saddest thing that can befall a soul +Is when it loses faith in God and woman. +572 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 12. + + +=Divinity.= + +There's a divinity that shapes our ends, +Rough-hew them how we will. +573 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Doctrine.= + +And prove their doctrine orthodox, +By apostolic blows and knocks. +574 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205. + + +=Dogs.= + +Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; +As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, +Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept +All by the name of dogs. +575 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Dominion.= + +Here we may reign secure, and in my choice +To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: +Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. +576 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 261. + + +=Doom.= + +What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? +577 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Doubt.= + + Modest doubt is call'd +The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches +To the bottom of the worst. +578 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + Our doubts are traitors, +And make us lose the good we oft might win, +By fearing to attempt. +579 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Drama.= + +The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, +For we that live to please, must please to live. +580 +DR. JOHNSON: _Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre._ + + +=Dreams.= + + I talk of dreams +Which are the children of an idle brain, +Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; +Which is as thin of substance as the air; +And more inconstant than the wind. +581 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Dreams in their development have breath, +And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. +582 +BYRON: _Dream,_ St. 1. + +Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, +Unnatural and full of contradictions; +Yet others of our most romantic schemes +Are something more than fictions. +583 +HOOD: _The Haunted House._ + +Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. +584 +TENNYSON: _The Two Voices,_ St. cxxvii. + + +=Dress.= + +Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; +In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. +585 +LADY M.W. MONTAGU: _A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._ + +We sacrifice to dress, till household joys +And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, +And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires, +And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, +Where peace and hospitality might reign. +586 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 614. + + +=Drink--Drinking--Drunkenness.= + +Oh, that men should put an enemy in +Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we +Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, +Transform ourselves into beasts! +587 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, + +Give him strong drink until he wink, +That's sinking in despair; +An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, +That's prest wi' grief an' care, +There let him house and deep carouse, +Wi' bumpers flowing o'er, +Till he forgets his loves or debts, +An' minds his griefs no more. +588 +BURNS: _Scotch Drink._ + + +=Dryden.= + +Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join +The varying verse, the full resounding line, +The long majestic march, and energy divine. +589 +POPE: Satire v., Line 267. + + +=Duelling.= + +Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, +Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; +Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, +Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest. +590 +DR. JOHNSON: _London._ + + +=Dunce.= + +How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, +Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. +591 +COWPER: _Prog. of Error,_ Line 415. + + +=Dungeon.= + +Dweller in yon dungeon dark, +Hangman of creation, mark! +592 +BURNS: _Ode on Mrs. Oswald._ + + +=Duty.= + +Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! +O Duty! if that name thou love +Who art a light to guide, a rod +To check the erring, and reprove; +Thou, who art victory and law +When empty terrors overawe; +From vain temptations dost set free; +And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! +593 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + + + +==E.== + + +=Eagle.= + +So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, +No more through rolling clouds to soar again, +View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, +And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. +594 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 826. + + +=Ear.= + +Where more is meant than meets the ear. +595 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 120. + + +=Earth.= + +The earth doth like a snake renew +Her winter weeds outworn. +596 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 1060. + +Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, +Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe +That all was lost. +597 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 782. + +Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. +598 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Maid's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Earth with her thousand voices praises God. +599 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Ease.= + + Ease would recant +Vows made in pain, as violent and void. +600 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 96. + + +=East.= + + An hour before the worshipp'd sun +Peered forth the golden window of the east. +601 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Easter.= + +Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise + Without delays, +Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise + With Him mayst rise: +That, as His death calcined thee to dust, +His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just. +602 +HERBERT: _The Church._ _Easter._ + + +=Eating.= + +Unquiet meals make ill digestions. +603 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Some hae meat and canna eat, + And some would eat that want it; +But we hae meat, and we can eat, + Sae let the Lord be thankit. +604 +BURNS: _Grace before Meat._ + + +=Echo.= + +Echo waits with art and care +And will the faults of song repair. +605 +EMERSON: _May-Day,_ Line 439. + +O love, they die, in yon rich sky, +They faint on hill or field or river: +Our echoes roll from soul to soul, +And grow for ever and for ever. +606 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., _Song._ + + +=Eclipse.= + + The sun, ... +In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds +On half the nations, and with fear of change +Perplexes monarchs. +607 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 597. + + +=Eden.= + +They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, +Through Eden took their solitary way. +608 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xii., Line 645. + + +=Education.= + +'Tis education forms the common mind; +Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. +609 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 149. + + +=Eloquence.= + + His tongue +Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear +The better reason, to perplex and dash +Maturest counsels. +610 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 113. + + +=Emerson.= + +There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, +Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on. +611 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _A Fable for Critics._ + + +=Eminence.= + +He who ascends to mountain tops shall find +The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow; +He who surpasses or subdues mankind, +Must look down on the hate of those below. +612 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45. + + +=Empire.= + +Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, + Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. +613 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 12. + + +=End.= + +Life's but a means unto an end; that end +Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God. +614 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _A Country Town._ + + +=Endurance.= + +'Tis not now who's stout and bold? +But who bears hunger best, and cold? +And he's approv'd the most deserving, +Who longest can hold out at starving. +615 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353. + + +=England.= + +O England!--model to thy inward greatness, +Like little body with a mighty heart,-- +What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do, +Were all thy children kind and natural! +616 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., _Chorus._ + + +=Enmity.= + +'Tis death to me to be at enmity; +I hate it, and desire all good men's love. +617 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Ensign.= + +Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! + Long has it waved on high, +And many an eye has danced to see + That banner in the sky. +618 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Old Ironside._ + + +=Enthusiasm.= + + Rash enthusiasm, in good society +Were nothing but a moral inebriety. +619 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., Line 35. + + +=Envy.= + +Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise, +For envy is a kind of praise. +620 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44. + +Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue; +But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. +621 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 266. + +Base envy withers at another's joy, +And hates that excellence it cannot reach. +622 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 284. + + +=Epitaphs.= + +Nobles and heralds, by your leave, +Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, +The son of Adam and of Eve: +Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? +623 +PRIOR: _Ep. Extempore._ + +Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth, + A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, + And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. +624 +GRAY: _Elegy, Epitaph._ + + +=Equality.= + +The trickling rain doth fall +Upon us one and all; +The south wind kisses +The saucy milkmaid's cheek, +The nun's demure and meek, +Nor any misses. +625 +E.C. STEDMAN: _A Madrigal,_ St. 3. + + +=Error.= + + Shall Error in the round of time +Still father Truth? +626 +TENNYSON: _Love and Duty._ + +But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, + And dies among his worshippers. +627 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Battle-Field._ + + +=Eternity.= + + Beyond is all abyss, +Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. +628 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xii., Line 555. + +Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! +629 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Europe.= + +Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. +630 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 184. + + +=Eve.= + +Adam the goodliest man of men since born +His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve. +631 +MILTON: _Par. Lost.,_ Bk. iv., Line 323. + + +=Evening.= + +The day is done, and the darkness + Falls from the wings of Night, +As a feather is wafted downward + From an eagle in his flight. +632 +LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._ + +The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; +The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; +The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep; +And evening's breath, wandering here and there +Over the quivering surface of the stream, +Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. +633 +SHELLEY: _Evening._ + + +=Evil.= + +Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear! +Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost. +Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least +Divided empire with heaven's king I hold. +634 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108. + +Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, +And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, +Leaving it richer for the growth of truth. +635 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Prometheus._ + + +=Example.= + +The evil that men do lives after them, +The good is oft interred with their bones. +636 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + By his life alone, +Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown. +637 +WHITTIER: _The Pennsylvania Pilgrim._ + + +=Excess.= + +To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, +To throw a perfume on the violet, +To smooth the ice, or add another hue +Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light +To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish, +Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. +638 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Exile.= + +Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed, +The modest matron, and the blushing maid, +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, +To traverse climes beyond the Western main. +639 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 407. + + +=Expectation.= + +'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; +Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. +640 +SUCKLING: _Against Fruition._ + + +=Experience.= + +Experience is by industry achieved, +And perfected by the swift course of time. +641 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent, of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +His head was silver'd o'er with age, +And long experience made him sage. +642 +GAY, _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._ + + +=Extremes.= + +Extremes in nature equal good produce, +Extremes in man concur to general use. +643 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 161. + + +=Eyes.= + +Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, +Having some business, do entreat her eyes +To twinkle in their spheres till they return. +644 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + True eyes +Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise +The sweet soul shining thro' them. +645 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3. + +There are eyes half defiant, +Half meek and compliant; +Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm +To bring us good or to work us harm, +646 +PHOEBE CARY: _Doves' Eyes._ + +Soul-deep eyes of darkest night. +647 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Californian,_ Pt. iv. + +Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. +648 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxii., St. 1. + +The bright black eye, the melting blue,-- +I cannot choose between the two. +649 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Dilemma._ + +These poor eyes, you called, I ween, +"Sweetest eyes were ever seen." +650 +MRS. BROWNING: _Catarina to Camoens._ + +Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, +And all went merry as a marriage bell. +651 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21. + + + + +==F.== + + +=Fabric.= + +Anon out of the earth a fabric huge +Rose, like an exhalation. +652 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 710. + + +=Face.= + +Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men +May read strange matters. +653 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + The light upon her face +Shines from the windows of another world. +Saints only have such faces. +654 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 6. + +Can't I another's face commend, +And to her virtues be a friend, +But instantly your forehead lowers, +As if _her_ merit lessen'd _yours_? +655 +MOORE: _The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat,_ Fable ix. + +Behind a frowning providence + He hides a shining face. +656 +COWPER: _Light Shining out of Darkness._ + + +=Fair.= + +Fair is foul, and foul is fair. +657 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair +In that she never studied to be fairer +Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, +Her virtues were so rare. +658 +GEORGE CHAPMAN: _All Fools,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Fairies.= + +This is the fairy land; O spite of spites, +We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. +659 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Faith.= + +If faith produce no works, I see +That faith is not a living tree. +660 +HANNAH MORE: _Dan and Jane._ + +Whose faith, has centre everywhere, +Nor cares to fix itself to form. +661 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxiii., St. 1. + +'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower +Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind +Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, +And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. +662 +WORDSWORTH: _Weak is the Will of Man._ + +For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; +His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. +663 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303. + + +=Fall.= + +He that is down, needs fear no fall. +664 +BUNYAN: _The Author's Way of Sending forth his + Second Part of the Pilgrim,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Falsity.= + + As false +As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth; +As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf; +Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son. +665 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Fame.= + +Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, +Live register'd upon our brazen tombs. +666 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, +And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds: +On both his wings, one black, the other white, +Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. +667 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 971. + +What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, +A thing beyond us, even before our death. +668 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 237. + +There was a morning when I longed for fame, + There was a noontide when I passed it by. +There is an evening when I think not shame + Its substance and its being to deny. +669 +JEAN INGELOW: _The Star's Monument,_ St. 81. + +Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb +The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar? +670 +BEATTIE: _Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 1. + +Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name, +See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame! +671 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 281. + + +=Family.= + +Birds in their little nest agree; + And 'tis a shameful sight +When children of one family + Fall out, and chide, and fight. +672 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song xvii. + + +=Famine.= + +Famine is in thy cheeks. +673 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Fancy.= + +Tell me, where is fancy bred; +Or in the heart, or in the head? +How begot, how nourishéd? +Reply, reply. +It is engendered in the eyes, +With gazing fed: and fancy dies +In the cradle where it lies. +674 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. _Song._ + +She's all my fancy painted her; + She's lovely, she's divine. +675 +WILLIAM MEE: _Alice Gray._ + + +=Farewell.= + +Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights +It strikes two hearts, this word of woe. +Through every joy of life it smites,-- +Why, sometime they will know. +676 +MARY CLEMMER: _Farewell._ + +Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been: +A sound which makes us linger;--yet--farewell! +677 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 186. + + +=Fashion.= + +The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. +678 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Fate.= + +What fates impose, that men must needs abide; +It boots not to resist both wind and tide. +679 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +All human things are subject to decay, +And when fate summons, monarchs must obey. +680 +DRYDEN: _MacFlecknoe,_ Line 1. + +Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed, +So shall they be fulfilled. +681 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Agamemnon._ + +And binding Nature fast in fate, + Left free the human will. +682 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 3. + +For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, +And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man! +688 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. vii., Line 263. + + +=Father.= + +It is a wise father that knows his own child. +684 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Father of all! in every age, + In every clime adored, +By saint, by savage, and by sage, + Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. +685 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 1. + + +=Fault--Faults.= + +Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? +686 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. +687 +HERBERT: _The Church Porch._ + +In vain my faults ye quote; +I write as others wrote + On Sunium's hight. +688 +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _The Last Fruit of an Old Tree,_ Epigram cvi. + + +=Favor.= + + Poor wretches, that depend +On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; +Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve. +Many dream not to find, neither deserve, +And yet are steep'd in favors. +689 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Fawning.= + +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, +Where thrift may follow fawning. +690 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Fear.= + + Why, what should be the fear? +I do not set my life at a pin's fee; +And, for my soul, what can it do to that, +Being a thing immortal as itself? +691 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd. +692 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, +Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power. +693 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 286. + +The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip + To hand the wretch in order; +But where ye feel your honor grip, + Let that aye be your border. +694 +BURNS: _Ep. to a Young Friend._ + + +=Feasting.= + +Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd, +Where all the ruddy family around +Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, +Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. +695 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 17. + + Swinish gluttony +Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, +But with besotted base ingratitude +Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. +696 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776. + + +=February.= + + Come when the rains +Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, +While the slant sun of February pours +Into the bowers a flood of light. +697 +WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._ + + +=Feeling.= + +But spite of all the criticising elves, +Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. +698 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 961. + + +=Feet.= + +Like snails did creep her pretty feet + A little out, and then, +As if they played at bo-peep, + Did soon draw in again. +699 +HERRICK: _Aph. Upon Her Feet._ + + +=Fellow.= + +In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, +Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, +Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, +There is no living with thee, nor without thee. +700 +ADDISON: _Spectator._ No. 68. + + +=Female.= + +But who is this, what thing of sea or land,-- +Female of sex it seems. +701 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 710. + + +=Fickleness.= + +Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, +Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! +Vain as the leaf upon the stream, +And fickle as a changeful dream. +702 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10. + + +=Fiction.= + +When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, +Men will believe, because they love the lie; +But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, +Must have some solemn proof to pass her down. +703 +CHURCHILL: _Epis. to Hogarth,_ Line 291. + +And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. +704 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 3. + + +=Fidelity.= + +Master, go on, and I will follow thee +To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. +705 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +To God, thy country, and thy friend be true. +706 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons,_ St. 8. + + +=Fields.= + +Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. +707 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._ + + +=Fiend.= + +Like one that on a lonesome road +Doth walk in fear and dread, +And having once turned round walks on, +And turns no more his head, +Because he knows a frightful fiend +Doth close behind him tread. +708 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. v. + + +=Fighting.= + +I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. +709 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +He who fights and runs away, +May live to fight another day; +But he who is in battle slain +Can never rise and fight again. +710 +GOLDSMITH: _Art of Poetry._ + + +=Fire.= + +From beds of raging fire to starve in ice +Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine, +Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, +Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. +711 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 592. + + +=Firmament.= + + Now glow'd the firmament +With living sapphires. +712 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + +The spacious firmament on high, +With all the blue ethereal sky, +And spangled heavens, a shining frame, +Their great Original proclaim. +713 +ADDISON: _Ode._ + + +=Flag.= + +Flag of the free heart's hope and home! +By angel hands to valor given; +Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, +And all thy hues were born in heaven. +714 +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._ + +The meteor flag of England +Shall yet terrific burn, +Till danger's troubled night depart, +And the star of peace return. +715 +CAMPBELL: _Mariners of England._ + + +=Flame.= + +Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, +Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame. +716 +GRAY: _Prog, of Poesy,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10. + +The flame that lit the battle's wreck + Shone round him o'er the dead. +717 +HEMANS: _Casablanca._ + + +=Flattery.= + +By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy +The tongues of soothers; but a braver place +In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; +Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. +718 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +'Tis an old maxim in the schools, +That flattery 's the food of fools; +Yet, now and then, your men of wit +Will condescend to take a bit. +719 +SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755. + +Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, + Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? +720 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11. + + +=Flea.= + +So, naturalists observe, a flea +Has smaller fleas that on him prey; +And these have smaller still to bite 'em; +And so proceed _ad infinitum._ +721 +SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._ + + +=Flesh.= + +Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, +Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! +722 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Flirtation.= + +Never wedding, ever wooing, +Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, +Read you not the wrong you're doing, +In my cheek's pale hue? +All my life with sorrow strewing, +Wed, or cease to woo. +723 +CAMPBELL: _Maid's Remonstrance._ + + +=Flood.= + + Darest thou, Cassius, now +Leap in with me into this angry flood, +And swim to yonder point? +724 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Flowers.= + + The gentle race of flowers +Are lying in their lowly beds. +725 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Death of the Flowers._ + +Flowers preach to us if we will hear. +726 +CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._ + +In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, +And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; +Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers +On its leaves a mystic language bears. +727 +J.G. PERCIVAL: _Language of the Flowers._ + + +Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost. +728 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Foe.= + +Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, +Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow! +But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, +Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_! +729 +GEORGE CANNING: _New Morality._ + + +=Folly.= + + Fools, to talking ever prone, +Are sure to make their follies known. +730 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44. + +Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, +If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. +731 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 15. + +Where lives the man that has not tried +How mirth can into folly glide, + And folly into sin! +732 +SCOTT: _Bridal of Triermain,_ Canto i., St. 21. + +When lovely woman stoops to folly, + And finds too late that men betray, +What charm can soothe her melancholy? + What art can wash her guilt away? +733 +GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. xxiv. + + +=Fools.= + +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. +734 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 6. + + Since call'd +The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. +735 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 495. + +And ever since the Conquest have been fools. +736 +EARL OF ROCHESTER: _Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._ + +For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. +737 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66. + + +=Footprints.= + +Lives of great men all remind us + We can make our lives sublime, +And departing, leave behind us + Footprints on the sands of time. +738 +LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._ + + +=Forbearance.= + +The kindest and the happiest pair +Will find occasion to forbear; +And something, every day they live, +To pity, and perhaps forgive. +739 +COWPER: _Mutual Forbearance._ + + +=Force.= + + Who overcomes +By force, hath overcome but half his foe. +740 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 648. + + +=Forest.= + +Summer or winter, day or night, +The woods are an ever-new delight; +They give us peace, and they make us strong, +Such wonderful balms to them belong: +So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease +Under the trees, under the trees. +741 +R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._ + +This is the forest primeval. +742 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction. + + +=Forgetfulness.= + + Not in entire forgetfulness, + And not in utter nakedness, +But trailing clouds of glory, do we come + From God, who is our home. +743 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._ + +God of our fathers, known of old-- + Lord of our far-flung battle line-- +Beneath whose awful hand we hold + Dominion over palm and pine-- +Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, +Lest we forget--lest we forget. +744 +RUDYARD KIPLING: _Recessional._ + + +=Forgiveness.= + +Good nature and good sense must ever join; +To err is human, to forgive divine. +745 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 324. + +They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. +746 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._ + +Good, to forgive; +Best to forget! +747 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Prologue. + + +=Form.= + +She was a form of life and light +That seen, became a part of sight, +And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, +The morning-star of memory! +748 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1127. + + +=Fortitude.= + +True fortitude is seen in great exploits +That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; +All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction. +749 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Fortune.= + +Will fortune never come with both hands full, +But write her fair words still in foulest letters? +She either gives a stomach, and no food,-- +Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast, +And takes away the stomach,--such are the rich, +That have abundance, and enjoy it not. +750 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Fortune is female: from my youth her favors +Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope +Her former smiles again at this late hour. +751 +BYRON: _Mar. Faliero,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove +An unrelenting foe to love; +And when we meet a mutual heart, +Come in between and bid us part? +752 +THOMSON: _Song._ + + +=Frailty.= + +Frailty, thy name is Woman! +753 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, +Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, +And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings +His soul and body to their lasting rest. +754 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act v., Sc. 7. + + +=France.= + +'Tis better using France, than trusting France; +Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, +Which he hath given for fence impregnable, +And with their helps only defend ourselves; +In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. +755 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Fraternity.= + +There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, +Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, + And true-lovers' knots, I ween; +The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss, +But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this, + We have drunk from the same canteen. +756 +CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): _The Canteen._ + + +=Freedom.= + +We must be free or die, who speak the tongue +That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold +Which Milton held. +757 +WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc._ + +Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream, +A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, +And wavy tresses gushing from the cap +With which the Roman master crowned his slave +When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, +Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailčd hand +Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, +Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred +With tokens of old wars. +758 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Antiquity of Freedom._ + +My angel,--his name is Freedom,-- +Choose him to be your king; +He shall cut pathways east and west, +And fend you with his wing. +759 +EMERSON: _Boston Hymn._ + +Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun +No strife nor pang beneath the sun, +When human rights are staked and won." +760 +WHITTIER: _The Watchers._ + +When Freedom from her mountain-height + Unfurled her standard to the air, +She tore the azure robe of night, + And set the stars of glory there. +761 +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._ + + +=Freeman.= + +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. +762 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 733. + + +=Friendship.= + +I count myself in nothing else so happy, +As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends. +763 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, +Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; +But do not dull thy palm with entertainment +Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade. +764 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine! +765 +EMERSON: _Forbearance._ + + The friendships of the world are oft +Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure. +766 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd. +767 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xvi., Line 267. + +Officious, innocent, sincere, +Of every friendless name the friend. +768 +DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2. + +Small service is true service while it lasts. +Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: +The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, +Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. +769 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._ + + +=Front.= + +His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd +Absolute rule. +770 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297. + + +=Frost.= + + All the panes are hung with frost, +Wild wizard-work of silver lace. +771 +T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._ + +What miracle of weird transforming +Is this wild work of frost and light, +This glimpse of glory infinite! +772 +WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8 + +But, oh! fell death's untimely frost + That nipt my flower sae early. +773 +BURNS: _Highland Mary._ + + +=Fruit.= + +The ripest fruit first falls. +774 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Fury.= + +Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, +Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. +775 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8. + +Beware the fury of a patient man. +776 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005. + + +=Futurity.= + +The dread of something after death, +The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn +No traveller returns, puzzles the will; +And makes us rather bear those ills we have, +Than fly to others that we know not of. +777 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + O Death, O Beyond, +Thou art sweet, thou art strange! +778 +MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._ + +Ah Christ, that it were possible +For one short hour to see +The souls we loved, that they might tell us +What and where they be. +779 +TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3. + +Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! +Let the dead Past bury its dead! +780 +LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._ + + + + +==G.== + + +=Gain.= + +Remote from cities liv'd a swain, +Unvex'd with all the cares of gain. +781 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._ + + +=Gale.= + +So fades a summer cloud away; + So sinks the gale when storms are o'er. +782 +MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._ + +Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. +783 +BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._ + + +=Gambling.= + +Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more +Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; +Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore. +784 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33. + + +=Garden.= + + A garden, sir, +Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together. +785 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain. +786 +COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v. + + +=Garret.= + +Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. +787 +BYRON: _A Sketch._ + + +=Garrick.= + +Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can, +An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. +As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; +As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; +Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, +The man had his failings--a dupe to his art. +Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, +And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. +On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting: +'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting. +788 +GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93. + + +=Gem.= + +Full many a gem of purest ray serene + The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear. +789 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14. + + +=Genius.= + +Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought. +But genius must be born, and never can be taught. +790 +DRYDEN: _Epis. to Congreve_ Line 59. + +Nor mourn the unalterable Days +That Genius goes and Folly Stays. +791 +EMERSON: _In Memoriam._ + + +=Gentleman.= + + We are gentlemen, +That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, +Envy the great, nor do the low despise. +792 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +When Adam dolve, and Eve span, +Who was then the gentleman? +793 +_Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion._ + + +=Gentleness.= + +What would you have? Your gentleness shall force +More than your force move us to gentleness. +794 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Ghosts.= + +Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! +Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; +Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, +Which thou dost glare with! +795 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + Many ghosts, and forms of fright, +Have started from their graves to-night; +They have driven sleep from mine eyes away. +796 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iv. + +Some say no evil thing that walks by night, +In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, +Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost +That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, +No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, +Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. +797 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 432. + + +=Gifts.= + +She prizes not such trifles as these are: +The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd +Up in my heart; which I have given already, +But not deliver'd. +798 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Saints themselves will sometimes be, +Of gifts that cost them nothing, free. +799 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495. + + +=Girdle.= + +I'll put a girdle round about the earth +In forty minutes. +800 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii, Sc. 1. + + +=Gloaming.= + +Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still, +When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, +The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, +The reek o' the cot hung over the plain-- +Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; +When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, +Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame! +801 +JAMES HOGG: _Kilmeny._ + + +=Gloom.= + +Where glowing embers through the room +Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. +802 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 79. + + +=Glory.= + +Glory is like a circle in the water, +Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, +Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. +803 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + His form had yet not lost +All her original brightness, nor appear'd +Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess +Of glory obscur'd. +804 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591. + +Go where glory waits thee! +But while fame elates thee, + Oh, still remember me! +805 +MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._ + + The sunshine is a glorious birth; + But yet I know, where'er I go, +That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. +806 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2. + +Ye sons of France, awake to glory! + Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! +Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, + Behold their tears and hear their cries! +807 +JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._ + + +=Glow-worm.= + +The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, +And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. +808 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Gluttony.= + + Swinish gluttony +Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, +But with besotted, base ingratitude +Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. +809 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776. + + +=God.= + +'T is heaven alone that is given away, +'T is only God may be had for the asking. +810 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Vision of Sir Launfal._ + +All are but parts of one stupendous whole, +Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. +811 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 267. + +Thou art, O God, the life and light +Of all this wondrous world we see; +Its glow by day, its smile by night, +Are but reflections caught from Thee: +Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, +And all things fair and bright are Thine. +812 +MOORE: _Thou Art, O God._ + +And they were canopied by the blue sky, +So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful +That God alone was to be seen in heaven. +813 +BYRON: _The Dream,_ St. 4. + +The conscious water saw its God and blushed. +814 +RICHARD CRASHAW: _Epigram._ + +From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,-- +Path, motive, guide, original, and end. +815 +DR. JOHNSON: _Motto to the Rambler,_ No. 7. + + +=Gods.= + +The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices +Make instruments to plague us. +816 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Heartily know, +When half-gods go, +The gods arrive. +817 +EMERSON: _Give All to Love._ + + +=Gold.= + + Gold; worse poison to men's souls, +Doing more murther in this loathsome world, +Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. +818 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake +The fool throws up his interest in both worlds; +First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come. +819 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 347. + +So dear a life your arms enfold, +Whose crying is a cry for gold. +820 +TENNYSON: _The Daisy,_ St. 24. + + +=Goodness.= + + May he live +Longer than I have time to tell his years! +Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! +And, when old Time shall lead him to his end, +Goodness and he fill up one monument! +821 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Oh, sir! the good die first, +And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust, +Burn to the socket. +822 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i., Line 504. + +Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; +Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: +And so make life, death, and that vast forever +One grand, sweet song. +823 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _A Farewell._ + + +=Good Night.= + + At once, good night:-- +Stand not upon the order of your going, +But go at once. +824 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, +That I shall say good night, till it be morrow. +825 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +To all, to each, a fair good night, +And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. +826 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., L'Envoy. + + +=Government.= + +'T is government that makes them seem divine. +827 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act 1., Sc. 4. + + Each petty hand +Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will +Govern and carry her to her ends, must know +His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails; +What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; +Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em; +What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her. +828 +BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +For forms of government let fools contest, +Whate'er is best administer'd is best. +829 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303. + + +=Grace.= + +When once our grace we have forgot, +Nothing goes right. +830 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, +And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. +831 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 152. + + +=Grandeur.= + +Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile + The short and simple annals of the poor. +832 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 8. + + +=Gratitude.= + +The still small voice of gratitude. +833 +GRAY: _Ode for Music, Chorus,_ V., Line 8. + +I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds +With coldness still returning; +Alas! the gratitude of men +Hath oftener left me mourning. +834 +WORDSWORTH: _Simon Lee._ + + +=Grave.= + +One destin'd period men in common have, +The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, +All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. +835 +LANSDOWNE: _On Death._ + + The grave, dread thing! +Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, +Shakes off her wonted firmness. +836 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 9. + +Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, +Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, +With here and there a violet bestrewn, +Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; +And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! +837 +BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. ii., St. 17. + + +=Greatness.= + +I have touched the highest point of all my greatness. +838 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Rightly to be great, +Is, not to stir without great argument, +But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, +When honor's at the stake. +839 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; +Strong natures give the weaker home and rest. +840 +LUCY LARCOM: _Sonnet, The Presence._ + + +=Greece.= + +Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! +Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! +841 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 73. + +Such is the aspect of this shore; +'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! +So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, +We start, for soul is wanting there. +842 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 90. + +The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! +Where burning Sappho loved and sung. +843 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1. + + +=Greeks.= + +When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. +844 +NATHANIEL LEE: _Alex. the Great,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Grief.= + +My grief lies onward and my joy behind. +845 +SHAKS.: _Sonnet 50._ + +What's gone, and what's past help, +Should be past grief. +846 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +What need a man forestall his date of grief, +And run to meet what he would most avoid? +847 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 362. + +O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin +Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, +The holy name of GRIEF!--holy herein, +That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good. +848 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Exaggeration._ + +In all the silent manliness of grief. +849 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 384. + + +=Ground.= + +Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground. +850 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold._ Canto ii., St. 88. + + +=Groves.= + +The groves were God's first temples. +851 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Forest Hymn._ + +In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, +Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; +With such old counsellors they did advise. +And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. +852 +WALLER: _On St. James's Park._ + + +=Grudge.= + +If I can catch him once upon the hip, +I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. +853 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act 1., Sc. 3. + + +=Guests.= + + Unbidden guests +Are often welcomest when they are gone. +854 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best, +Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. +855 +POPE: Satire ii., Line 159. + + +=Guilt.= + +So full of artless jealousy is guilt, +It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. +856 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast, +Intimidates the brave, degrades the great! +857 +DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act iv., Sc. 8. + + + + +==H.== + + +=Habit.= + +Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, +As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. +858 +DRYDEN: _Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Bk. xv., Line 155. + +Small habits well pursued betimes +May reach the dignity of crimes. +859 +HANNAH MORE: _Floris,_ Pt. i., Line 85. + + +=Hair.= + +She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, +Can draw you to her with a single hair. +860 +DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246. + +Golden hair, like sunlight streaming +On the marble of her shoulder. +861 +J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3. + + When you see fair hair +Be pitiful. +862 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4. + +Loose his beard, and hoary hair +Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. +863 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2. + + +=Halter.= + +No man e'er felt the halter draw, +With good opinion of the law. +864 +JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489. + + +=Hand.= + + Let my hand-- +This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend! +Hand in hand with you. +865 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5. + + 'T was a hand +White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland. +The hand of a woman is often, in youth, +Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth; +Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, +Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm? +866 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13. + + +=Happiness.= + +And there is even a happiness +That makes the heart afraid. +867 +HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._ + +Happiness depends, as Nature shows, +Less on exterior things than most suppose. +868 +COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246. + +O happiness! our being's end and aim! +Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: +That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, +For which we bear to live, or dare to die. +869 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1. + + +=Harmony.= + + Soft stillness and the night +Become the touches of sweet harmony. +870 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +From harmony, from heavenly harmony, + This universal frame began: + From harmony to harmony +Through all the compass of the notes it ran, +The diapason closing full in Man. +871 +DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11. + + +=Harp.= + +The harp that once through Tara's halls + The soul of music shed, +Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls + As if that soul were fled. +872 +MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._ + + +=Haste.= + +Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. +873 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Running together all about, +The servants put each other out, +Till the grave master had decreed, +The more haste, ever the worst speed. +874 +CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159. + + +=Hat.= + +So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, +While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. +875 +JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._ + + +=Hatred.= + +To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, +When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. +876 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Never can true reconcilement grow +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. +877 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98. + +There was a laughing devil in his sneer, +That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear; +And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, +Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell! +878 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9. + +He who surpasses or subdues mankind +Must look down on the hate of those below. +879 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45. + + +=Hawthorn.= + +And every shepherd tells his tale +Under the hawthorn in the dale. +880 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 67. + + +=Head.= + +Oh good gray head which all men knew! +881 +TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4. + +The tall, the wise, the reverend head +Must lie as low as ours. +882 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 63. + + +=Health.= + +Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power, +Can give the heart a cheerful hour +When health is lost. Be timely wise; +With health all taste of pleasure flies. +883 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 31. + +Better to hunt in fields for health unbought +Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. +884 +DRYDEN: _Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,_ Line 92. + + +=Heart.= + +A merry heart goes all the day, +Your sad tires in a mile-a. +885 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +With every pleasing, every prudent part, +Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart. +886 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 159. + +Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle, +Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. +887 +MRS. BROWNING: _Lady Geraldine's Courtship,_ xli. + +The heart bowed down by weight of woe +To weakest hope will cling. +888 +ALFRED BUNN: _Song._ + + Here the heart +May give a useful lesson to the head. +And Learning wiser grow without his books. +889 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 85. + +But on and up, where Nature's heart + Beats strong amid the hills. +890 +RICHARD M. MILNES: _Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,_ St. 2. + + +=Heaven.= + +Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge +That no king can corrupt. +891 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Heaven +Is as the Book of God before thee set, +Wherein to read his wondrous works. +892 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 66. + +Some feelings are to mortals given +With less of earth in them than heaven. +893 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto ii., St. 22. + + +=Hell.= + +'Tis now the very witching time of night, +When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out +Contagion to this world. +894 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, +As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames +No light; but rather darkness visible +Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, +Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes +That comes to all, but torture without end. +895 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 61. + + Hell +Grew darker at their frown. +896 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 719. + +To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, +Who never mentions hell to ears polite. +897 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 149. + +In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. +898 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 20. + +Hell is a city much like London-- +A populous and a smoky city; +There are all sorts of people undone, +And there is little or no fun done; +Small justice shown, and still less pity. +899 +SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third,_ Pt. iii. + + +=Heritage.= + +I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. +900 +TENNYSON: _Loksley Hall,_ Line 178. + +Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! +901 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 50. + + +=Heroes.= + +Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, +From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. +902 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 219. + +Whoe'er excels in what we prize, +Appears a hero in our eyes. +903 +SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 729. + +To the hero, when his sword +Has won the battle for the free +Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word; +And in its hollow tones are heard +The thanks of millions yet to be! +904 +HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. +905 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xv., Line 157. + + +=Hills.= + + The hills, +Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. +906 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._ + +I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, +And the larch has hung his tassels forth. +907 +HEMANS: _The Voice of Spring._ + + +=History.= + +History, with all her volumes vast, +Hath but one page. +908 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv.; St. 108. + + +=Holiday.= + +If all the year were playing holidays, +To sport would be as tedious as to work; +But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, +And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. +909 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +There were his young barbarians all at play; +There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, +Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday! +910 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 141. + + +=Holiness.= + +Whoso lives the holiest life +Is fittest far to die. +911 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Ready._ + + +=Homage.= + +When I am dead, no pageant train + Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, +Nor worthless pomp of homage vain + Stain it with hypocritic tear. +912 +EDWARD EVERETT: _Alaric the Visigoth_ + + +=Home.= + + Home is the resort +Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, +Supporting and supported, polish'd friends +And dear relations mingle into bliss. +913 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 65. + +This fond attachment to the well-known place +Whence first we started into life's long race, +Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, +We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day. +914 +COWPER: _Tirocinium,_ Line 314. + +This be the verse you grave for me: +Here he lies where he longed to be; +Home is the sailor, home from sea, +And the hunter home from the hill. +915 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Requiem._ + +'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, +Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home. +916 +J. HOWARD PAYNE: _Home, Sweet Home._ + +Type of the wise who soar but never roam, +True to the kindred points of heaven and home. +917 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Skylark._ + + +=Homer.= + +Read Homer once, and you can read no more, +For all books else appear so mean, so poor; +Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read, +And Homer will be all the books you need. +918 +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry_ + +Oft of one wide expanse had I been told + That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, + Yet did I never breathe its pure serene +Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold. +919 +KEATS: _On first looking into Chapman's Homer._ + +Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; +Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. +920 +THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._ + + +=Honesty.= + +An honest man he is, and hates the slime +That sticks on filthy deeds. +921 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; +An honest man's the noblest work of God. +922 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 247. + + +=Honor.= + + Too much honor: +O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen, +Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. +923 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Honor travels in a strait so narrow, +Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path. +924 +SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, +That draws in raw and unexperienced men +To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. +925 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + +Honor and shame from no condition rise; +Act well your part, there all the honor lies. +926 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193. + +His honor rooted in dishonor stood, +And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. +927 +TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884. + +There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, +To bless the turf that wraps their clay. +928 +WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._ + + +=Hood.= + +A page of Hood may do a fellow good +After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin. +929 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _How Not to Settle It._ + + +=Hope.= + +True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings; +Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. +930 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear, +Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost. +931 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108. + +Hope springs eternal in the human breast; +Man never is, but always to be blest. +932 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 95. + +Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow +Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe. +933 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 45. + +Thus heavenly hope is all serene, + But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, +Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, + As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. +934 +HEBER: _On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._ + + Where peace +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes +That comes to all. +935 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 65. + + "All hope abandon, ye who enter in!" +These words in sombre color I beheld + Written upon the summit of a gate. +936 +DANTE: _Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,_ Canto iii., Line 9. + + +=Horn.= + +Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, +Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. +937 +WORDSWORTH: _Miscellaneous Sonnets,_ Pt. i., xxxiii. + + +=Horror.= + + My fell of hair +Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir +As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. +938 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +On horror's head horrors accumulate. +939 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Horse.= + +A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! +940 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Hospitality.= + +My master is of churlish disposition, +And little recks to find the way to heaven +By doing deeds of hospitality. +941 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted. +942 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iv., Line 15. + + +=Host.= + +The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, +Is in the common mass of matter lost. +943 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. iv., Line 397. + + +=Hour.= + +Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. +944 +EMERSON: _Quatrains, Nature._ + +Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; + Improve each moment as it flies! +Life's a short summer, man a flower; + He dies--alas! how soon he dies! +945 +DR. JOHNSON: _Winter, An Ode._ + + +=House.= + +For there's nae luck about the house, + There's nae luck at a'; +There 's little pleasure in the house + When our gudeman 's awa'. +946 +WILLIAM J. MICKLE: _Manner's Wife._ + + +=Humanity.= + + But hearing oftentimes +The still, sad music of humanity. +947 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + +O suffering, sad humanity! +O ye afflicted ones, who lie +Steeped to the lips in misery, +Longing, yet afraid to die, +Patient, though sorely tried! +948 +LONGFELLOW: _Goblet of Life._ + + +=Humility.= + +Give me the lowest place: or if for me +That lowest place too high, make one more low +Where I may sit and see +My God and love Thee so. +949 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _The Lowest Place._ + + +=Hunger.= + +The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, +And wretches hang that jurymen may dine. +950 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 21. + +Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. +951 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 393. + + +=Hunting.= + +The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn, +Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn. +The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds, +They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds. +952 +GAY: _Rural Sports,_ Canto ii., Line 96. + + +=Husband.= + +As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, +And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. +953 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 24. + +Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet +To think how monie counsels sweet, +How monie lengthened sage advices, +The husband frae the wife despises. +954 +BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._ + + +=Hypocrisy.= + + This outward-sainted deputy,-- +Whose settled visage and deliberate word +Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew +As falcon doth the fowl,--is yet a devil. +955 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Neither man nor angel can discern +Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks +Invisible, except to God alone, +By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth. +956 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 682. + +The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood +In naked ugliness. He was a man +Who stole the livery of the court of heaven +To serve the devil in. +957 +POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Pt. viii., Line 615. + + + + +==I.== + + +=Ice.= + +Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; +Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, +Frozen by distance. +958 +WORDSWORTH: _Address to Kilchurn Castle._ + + +=Idea.= + +Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, +To teach the young idea how to shoot. +959 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1149. + + +=Idleness.= + +Absence of occupation is not rest, +A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. +960 +COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 623. + + +=Ignorance.= + + Ignorance is the curse of God, +Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. +961 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +From ignorance our comfort flows, +The only wretched are the wise. +962 +PRIOR: _To Hon. C. Montague._ + + Where ignorance is bliss +'Tis folly to be wise. +963 +GRAY: _Ode on Eton College._ + + +=Ills.= + +Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, +O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. +964 +BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._ + +There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,-- +Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. +965 +DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 159. + + +=Imagination.= + +The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, +Are of imagination all compact. +966 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Imagination is the air of mind. +967 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._ + +But thou that didst appear so fair + To fond imagination, +Dost rival in the light of day + Her delicate creation. +968 +WORDSWORTH: _Yarrow Visited._ + + +=Immortality.= + +It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!-- +Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, +This longing after immortality? +969 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Where music dwells +Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, +Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof +That they were born for immortality. +970 +WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii. + + +=Impossibility.= + +And what's impossible can't be, +And never, never comes to pass. +971 +COLMAN, JR.: _Maid of the Moor._ + + +=Impudence.= + +For he that has but impudence, +To all things has a fair pretence; +And, put among his wants but shame, +To all the world may lay his claim. +972 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 17. + + +=Inconstancy.= + +Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; +Men were deceivers ever; +One foot in sea, and one on shore; +To one thing constant never. +973 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, _Song._ + +There are three things a wise man will not trust-- +The wind, the sunshine of an April day, +And woman's plighted faith. +974 +SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _Caradoc and Senena,_ Line 51. + + +=Independence.= + +Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; +Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, +Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, +Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. +975 +SMOLLETT: _Ode to Independence._ + +Let independence be our boast, +Ever mindful what it cost; +Ever grateful for the prize, +Let its altar reach the skies! +976 +JOSEPH HOPKINSON: _Hail, Columbia!_ + + +=Indifference.= + +What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba. +977 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim; +What's he to me, or I to him? +978 +CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 215. + + +=Infancy.= + +Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, +Death came with friendly care; +The opening bud to heav'n convey'd, +And bade it blossom there. +979 +COLERIDGE: _Epitaph on an Infant._ + + +=Infidelity.= + + If man loses all, when life is lost, +He lives a coward, or a fool expires. +A daring infidel (and such there are, +From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, +Or pure heroical defect of thought,) +Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain. +980 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vii., Line 199. + + +=Influence.= + + No life +Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, +And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. +981 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40. + + Ladies, whose bright eyes +Rain influence, and judge the prize. +982 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 121. + + +=Ingratitude.= + +I hate ingratitude more in a man +Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, +Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption +Inhabits our frail blood. +983 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, +More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, +Than the sea-monster! +984 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is +To have a thankless child. +985 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Inhumanity.= + +Man's inhumanity to man +Makes countless thousands mourn. +986 +BURNS: _Man was Made to Mourn._ + + +=Inn.= + +Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, +Where'er his stages may have been, +May sigh to think he still has found, +The warmest welcome at an inn. +987 +SHENSTONE: _Lines on Window of Inn at Henley._ + + +=Innocence.= + +The silence often of pure innocence +Persuades, when speaking fails. +988 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, +And glides in modest innocence away. +989 +DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 293. + + +=Instinct.= + +Then vainly the philosopher avers +That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs. +How can we justly different causes frame, +When the effects entirely are the same? +Instinct and reason how can we divide? +'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride. +990 +PRIOR: _Solomon on the V-of the World,_ Bk. i., Line 231. + + +=Invention.= + +Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he +To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, +Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought +Impossible! +991 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 498. + + +=Iron.= + +Ay me! what perils do environ +The man that meddles with cold iron! +992 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Canto iii., Line 1. + + +=Isle, Isles.= + +Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. +993 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Pippa Passes,_ Pt. ii. + + The sprinkled isles, +Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. +994 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Cleon._ + + +=Italy.= + +Italia! O Italia! thou who hast +The fatal gift of beauty, which became +A funeral dower of present woes and past, +On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, +And annals graved in characters of flame. +995 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 4. + +Italy, my Italy! +Queen Mary's saying serves for me + (When fortune's malice + Lost her Calais): +"Open my heart, and you will see +Graved inside of it 'Italy.'" +996 +ROBERT BROWNING: _De Gustibus,_ ii. + + +=Ivy.= + +Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, + That creepeth o'er ruins old! +Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, + In his cell so lone and cold. +Creeping where no life is seen, +A rare old plant is the ivy green. +997 +DICKENS: _Pickwick Papers,_ Ch. 6. + + + + +==J.== + + +=January.= + +Then came old January, wrappčd well + In many weeds to keep the cold away; +Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, + And blow his nails to warm them if he may. +998 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42. + + +=Jealousy.= + + O beware, my lord, of jealousy; +It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock +The meat it feeds on. +999 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + No true love there can be without +Its dread penalty--jealousy. +1000 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24 + + Nor jealousy +Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. +1001 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449. + + +=Jest.= + +A jest's prosperity lies in the ear +Of him that hears it, never in the tongue +Of him that makes it. +1002 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, +Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. +1003 +DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 166. + + +=Jewel.= + +It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night +Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. +1004 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Joke.= + +A college joke to cure the dumps. +1005 +SWIFT: _Cassinus and Peter._ + + +=Joy.= + + Capacity for joy +Admits temptation. +1006 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. i., Line 703. + +Joy is the mainspring in the whole +Of endless Nature's calm rotation. +Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll +In the great Time-piece of Creation. +1007 +SCHILLER: _Hymn to Joy_ + +Joys too exquisite to last, +And yet _more_ exquisite when past. +1008 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Little Cloud._ + + +=Judgment.= + +A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! +1009 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, +And men have lost their reason. +1010 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=July.= + +Then came hot July, boiling like to fire, +That all his garments he had cast away. +1011 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36. + + +=June.= + +And what is so rare as a day in June? +Then, if ever, come perfect days; +Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, +And over it softly her warm ear lays. +1012 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Vision of Sir Launfal._ + + +=Juries.= + +The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, +May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two +Guiltier than him they try. +1013 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Do not your juries give their verdict +As if they felt the cause, not heard it? +And as they please make matter of fact +Run all on one side as they're packt. +1014 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365. + + +=Justice.= + + And then, the justice; +In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, +With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, +Fall of wise saws and modern instances, +And so he plays his part. +1015 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + The gods +Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care, +And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: +As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself. +1016 +BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice +Triumphs. +1017 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34. + + + + +==K.== + + +=Keys.= + +Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain +(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). +1018 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 109. + + +=Kin.= + +A little more than kin, and less than kind. +1019 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. +1020 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Kindness.= + +Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, +Shall win my love. +1021 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + That best portion of a good man's life,-- +His little, nameless, unremembered acts +Of kindness and of love. +1022 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + + +=Kings.= + +What have kings that privates have not too, +Save ceremony? +1023 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have +The worship of the world, but no repose. +1024 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 195. + +Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand +Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold. +1025 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Kissing.= + + Then kiss me hard, +As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, +That grew upon my lips. +1026 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made +For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. +1027 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + When my lips meet thine +Thy very soul is wedded unto mine. +1028 +H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._ + +Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed +On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led +Back to her mouth which answers there for all. +1029 +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii. + +I rest content, I kiss your eyes, +I kiss your hair, in my delight: +I kiss my hand, and say, Good night. +1030 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v. + +One kiss--and then another--and another-- +Till 't is too late to go--and so return. +1031 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 10. + +Dear as remember'd kisses after death, +And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd +On lips that are for others. +1032 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36. + + +=Knavery.= + +There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark +But he's an arrant knave. +1033 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +Whip me such honest knaves. +1034 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Knell.= + +By fairy hands their knell is rung; +By forms unseen their dirge is sung. +1035 +WILLIAM COLLINS: _Lines in 1746._ + +Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, +Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd. +1036 +COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._ + + +=Knowledge.= + + Knowledge is as food, and needs no less +Her temp'rance over appetite, to know +In measure what the mind may well contain; +Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns +Wisdom to folly. +1037 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 126. + +All our knowledge is, ourselves to know. +1038 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 397. + +_I know_--is all the mourner saith, +Knowledge by suffering entereth; +And Life is perfected by Death! +1039 +MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 330. + +Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. +1040 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 141. + +But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, +Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll. +1041 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 13. + + Oh, be wiser thou! +Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. +1042 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree._ + + + + +==L.== + + +=Labor.= + + I have seen a swan +With bootless labor swim against the tide, +And spend her strength with over-matching waves. +1043 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Labor, you know, is Prayer. +1044 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ St. 11. + + Taste the joy +That springs from labor. +1045 +LONGFELLOW: _Masque of Pandora,_ Pt. vi. + +To fall'n humanity our Father said, +That food and bliss should not be found unsought; +That man should labor for his daily bread; +But not that man should toil and sweat for nought. +1046 +EBENEZER ELLIOTT: _Corn Law Hymns._ + +To labor is the lot of man below; +And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. +1047 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 78. + + +=Ladies.= + +Ladies, like variegated tulips, show +'T is to their changes half their charms we owe. +1048 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 41. + + +=Lake.= + +On thy fair bosom, silver lake, + The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, +And round his breast the ripples break + As down he bears before the gale. +1049 +JAMES G. PERCIVAL: _To Seneca Lake._ + + +=Land.= + +Breathes there the man with soul so dead +Who never to himself hath said +This is my own, my native land! +1050 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + +O Caledonia! stern and wild, +Meet nurse for a poetic child! +Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; +Land of the mountain and the flood! +1051 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 2. + + +=Landscape.= + + The low'ring element +Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape +1052 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 490. + +Ever charming, ever new, +When will the landscape tire the view? +1053 +JOHN DYER: _Grongar Hill,_ Line 102. + + +=Language.= + + Fit language there is none +For the heart's deepest things. +1054 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 28. + +Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, + One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, +When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, + Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. +1055 +LONGFELLOW: _Flowers._ + + +=Lark.= + + Now hear the lark, +The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat +The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ... +Some say the lark makes sweet division. +1056 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + And now the herald lark +Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry +The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. +1057 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279 + + +=Lass.= + +A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. +1058 +LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._ + + +=Latin.= + + That soft bastard Latin, +Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. +1059 +BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44. + + +=Laughter.= + +Laughter, holding both his sides. +1060 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32. + +Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies, +And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. +1061 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770. + + +=Law.= + +In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, +But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, +Obscures the show of evil? +1062 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. +1063 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386. + +And sovereign law, that state's collected will, + O'er thrones and globes elate, +Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. +1064 +SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im. of Alcoeus._ + + +=Leaf--Leaves.= + + My way of life +Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf. +1065 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, +Since o'er shady groves they hover, +And with leaves and flowers do cover +The friendless bodies of unburied men. +1066 +JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,-- +Now green in youth, now withering on the ground. +1067 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181. + + +=Learning.= + +"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death +Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"-- +That is some satire, keen and critical. +1068 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Learning unrefin'd, +That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind. +1069 +FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto i., Line 166. + +Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, +And think they grow immortal as they quote. +1070 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 89. + + +=Lending.= + +Loan oft loses both itself and friend. +1071 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not +As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take +A breed of barren metal of his friend?) +But lend it rather to thine enemy; +Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face +Exact the penalties. +1072 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Letters.= + +My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! +And yet they seem alive, and quivering +Against my tremulous hands which loose the string +And let them drop down on my knee to-night. +1073 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii. + +Kind messages, that pass from land to land; +Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, +In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- +One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! +1074 +LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5. + +You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- +Think ye he meant them for a slave?. +1075 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10. + + +=Liberty.= + + I must have liberty +Withal, as large a charter as the wind, +To blow on whom I please. +1076 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + In liberty's defence, my noble task, +Of which all Europe rings from side to side; +This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, +Content, though blind--had I no better guide. +1077 +MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._ + + When liberty is gone, +Life grows insipid and has lost its relish. +1078 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + Liberty, like day, +Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven +Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. +1079 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882. + +Liberty 's in every blow! + Let us do or die. +1080 +BURNS: _Bannockburn._ + +The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. +1081 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36. + + +=Lies.= + +You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: +Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie. +1082 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. +1083 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13. + + +=Life.= + +Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, +That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, +And then is heard no more: it is a tale +Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, +Signifying nothing. +1084 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, +Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n. +1085 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553. + + Must we count +Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount, +Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow? +1086 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206. + +Between two worlds, life hovers like a star +'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. +1087 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99. + +Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star +In God's eternal day. +1088 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._ + +Life is the gift of God, and is divine. +1089 +LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard. + +What is life? A thawing iceboard + On a sea with sunny shore: +Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; + We are sunk and seen no more. +1090 +CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._ + + Life's a vast sea +That does its mighty errand without fail, +Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing. +1091 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: +Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, +Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, +Can bribe the poor possession of a day. +1092 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524. + +So careful of the type she seems, +So careless of the single life. +1093 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2. + + +=Light.= + +Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born! +Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, +May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, +And never but in unapproachčd light +Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, +Bright effluence of bright essence increate! +1094 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1. + +But yet the light that led astray + Was light from heaven. +1095 +BURNS: _The Vision._ + +The light that never was, on sea or land; +The consecration, and the Poet's dream. +1096 +WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4. + +Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder + All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind +Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder + And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind. +1097 +SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10. + + +=Lightning.= + +Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; +Brief as the lightning in the collied night. +1098 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Lilies.= + + Like the lily, +That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, +I'll hang my head and perish. +1099 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + In twisted braids of lilies knitting +The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. +1100 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 859. + + +=Lincoln, Abraham.= + +This man, whose homely face you look upon, +Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; +Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won +Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. +Chosen for large designs, he had the art +Of winning with his humor, and he went +Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; +Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. +Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,-- +The burden of the Commonwealth,--was laid; +He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road +Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. +Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place +To this dear benefactor of the Race. +1101 +R.H. STODDARD: _Abraham Lincoln._ + + +=Line.= + +Marlowe's mighty line. +1102 +BEN JONSON: _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ + +Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. +1103 +SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to Canto i._ + + +=Lion.= + +The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, +And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage +To be o'erpowered. +1104 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Lips.= + +Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, +Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; +No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, +But by her breath her beauties do renew. +1105 +ROBERT GREENE: _From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl._ + + +=Little.= + +Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. +1106 +BURNS: _Contented wi' Little._ + +Man wants but little here below, +Nor wants that little long. +1107 +GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. viii., St. 8. + + +=Locks.= + +Thou canst not say I did it; never shake +Thy gory locks at me. +1108 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +John Anderson my jo, John, + When we were first acquent, +Your locks were like the raven, + Your bonny brow was brent. +1109 +BURNS: _John Anderson._ + + +=Logic.= + +He was in logic a great critic, +Profoundly skill'd in analytic; +He could distinguish and divide +A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. +1110 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65. + + +=London.= + +London! the needy villain's general home, +The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome! +With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, +Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. +1111 +DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 83. + + +=Longings.= + + I have +Immortal longings in me. +1112 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Looks.= + + My only books + Were woman's looks,-- +And folly 's all they've taught me. +1113 +MOORE: _The Time I've Lost in Wooing._ + +Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, +And news much older than their ale went round. +1114 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 223. + + +=Lord.= + +Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! +1115 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto i., St. 2. + +Lord of himself, though not of lands; +And having nothing, yet hath all. +1116 +WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._ + + +=Loss.= + +That loss is common would not make + My own less bitter--rather more; + Too common! Never morning wore +To evening but some heart did break. +1117 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. vi., St. 2. + + +=Love.= + +O, how this spring of love resembleth +The uncertain glory of an April day; +Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, +And by and by a cloud takes all away. +1118 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Love is a spirit all compact of fire; +Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. +1119 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149. + +Such is the power of that sweet passion, +That it all sordid baseness doth expel, +And the refined mind doth newly fashion +Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell +In his high thought, that would itself excel; +Which he, beholding still with constant sight, +Admires the mirror of so heavenly light. +1120 +SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._ + +How could I tell I should love thee to-day, + Whom that day I held not dear? +How could I know I should love thee away + When I did not love thee anear? +1121 +JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._ + +Instruct me now what love will do; +'T will make a tongueless man to woo. +Inform me next what love will do; +'T will strangely make a one of two. +Teach me besides what love will do; +'T will quickly mar and make ye too. +Tell me, now last, what love will do; +'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through. +1122 +SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._ + + Love is the only good in the world. +Henceforth be loved as heart can love, +Or brain devise, or hand approve. +1123 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv. + +Mutual love brings mutual delight-- +Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death. +1124 +R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._ + +Let those love now, who never loved before, +Let those who always loved, now love the more. +1125 +PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._ + +Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: +Cupid averse rejects divided vows. +1126 +PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590. + +And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind. +1127 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17. + +I hold it true, whate'er befall, + I feel it when I sorrow most; + 'T is better to have loved and lost, +Than never to have loved at all. +1128 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4. + +Had we never loved so kindly, +Had we never loved so blindly, +Never met, or never parted, +We had ne'er been broken-hearted. +1129 +BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._ + +Love in a hut, with water and a crust, +Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. +1130 +KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1. + +Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; +Is human love the growth of human will? +1131 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22. + +There is no pleasure like the pain +Of being loved, and loving. +1132 +PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._ + +Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, +'T is woman's whole existence. +1133 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194. + +In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; +In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; +In halls, in gay attire is seen; +In hamlets, dances on the green; +Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, +And men below, and saints above; +For love is heaven and heaven is love. +1134 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2. + +True love is at home on a carpet, +And mightily likes his ease,-- +And true love has an eye for a dinner, +And starves beneath shady trees. +His wing is the fan of a lady, +His foot's an invisible thing, +And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel, +And shot from a silver string. +1135 +WILLIS: _Love in a Cottage._ + +What is love? 't is nature's treasure, +'T is the storehouse of her joys; +'T is the highest heaven of pleasure, +'T is a bliss which never cloys. +1136 +THOMAS CHATTERTON: _The Revenge,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Luxury.= + +O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, +How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee! +How do thy potions, with insidious joy, +Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! +1137 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 395. + +Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! +1138 +COLERIDGE: _Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement._ + + + + +==M.== + + +=Madness.= + +I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! +For then, 't is like I should forget myself; +O, if I could,--what grief should I forget! +1139 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. +1140 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +And moody madness laughing wild +Amid severest woe. +1141 +GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._ + + +=Man.= + +O, what may man within him hide, +Though angel on the outward side! +1142 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +He was a man, take him for all in all, +I shall not look upon his like again. +1143 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +His life was gentle; and the elements +So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, +And say to all the world, "This was a man!" +1144 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + Man is one world, and hath. +Another to attend him. +1145 +HERBERT: _The Temple._ _Man._ + +Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, +The proper study of mankind is Man. +1146 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 1. + +What tho' on hamely fare we dine, +Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? +Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, +A man's a man for a' that! +1147 +BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._ + +Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire +Cool to a glorious evening, and expire. +1148 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons._ + +Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives +The eternal epic of the man. +1149 +WHITTIER: _The Grave by the Lake,_ St. 34. + +What is man? A foolish baby; +Vainly strives, and fights, and frets: +Demanding all, deserving nothing, +One small grave is all he gets. +1150 +CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._ + + +=Manners.= + +Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, +Where manners ne'er were preach'd. +1151 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, +Tenets with books, and principles with times. +1152 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 172. + + +=Marble.= + +And sleep in dull cold marble. +1153 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + All your better deeds +Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. +1154 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=March.= + +The stormy March is come at last, +With wind, and clouds, and changing skies; +I hear the rushing of the blast, +That through the snowy valleys flies. +1155 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _March._ + + Ah, March! we know thou art +Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, +And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! +1156 +HELEN HUNT: _March._ + + +=Marriage.= + +The ancient saying is no heresy;-- +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. +1157 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii, Sc. 9. + +Marriage is a matter of more worth +Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. +1158 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, +Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, +Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, +Eternity of pleasures. +1159 +FORD: _Broken Heart,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source +Of human offspring. +1160 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 750. + +Marriage is the life-long miracle, +The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh. +1161 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 9. + + +=Martyrs.= + +Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful, +E'en as the martyrs of death. +1162 +H.H. BOYESEN: _Calpurnia,_ Pt. iv. + +A pale martyr in his shirt of fire. +1163 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Masters.= + +We cannot all be masters, nor all masters +Cannot be truly followed. +1161 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Men at some time are masters of their fates: +The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, +But in ourselves, that we are underlings. +1165 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Matter.= + +When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," +And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said. +1166 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xi., St. 1. + + +=May.= + +The voice of one who goes before, to make +The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, +Sweet May! +1167 +HELEN HUNT: _May._ + + The new-born May, +As cradled yet in April's lap she lay. +Born in yon blaze of orient sky, +Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold, +Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, +And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. +1168 +ERASMUS DARWIN: _L. of the Plants,_ Canto ii., Line 307. + +Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, +Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her +The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws +The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. +1169 +MILTON: _Song on May Morning._ + + +=Meeting.= + +It gives me wonder, great as my content, +To see you here before me. +1170 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Each hour until we meet is as a bird +That wings from far his gradual way along +The rustling covert of my soul,--his song +Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: +But at the hour of meeting, a clear word +Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. +1171 +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Winged Hours,_ Sonnet xv. + + +=Melancholy.= + +There 's such a charm in melancholy. +1172 +ROGERS: _To ----._ + +These pleasures, Melancholy, give; +And I with thee will choose to live. +1173 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 175. + +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, +And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. +1174 +GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._ + + +=Melodies.= + +And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour +A thousand melodies unheard before! +1175 +ROGERS: _Human Life._ + + +=Memory.= + + Remember thee? +Yea, from the table of my memory +I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, +All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, +That youth and observation copied there. +1176 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5 + +The eyes of memory will not sleep, + Its ears are open still, +And vigils with the past they keep + Against my feeble will. +1177 +WHITTIER: _Knight of St. John._ + +Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear + Thou ever wilt remain. +1178 +GEORGE LINLEY: _Song._ + + +=Men.= + +Men are but children of a larger growth. +1179 +DRYDEN: _All for Love,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Mercy.= + +The quality of mercy is not strain'd; +It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven +Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; +It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: +'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes +The throned monarch better than his crown. +1180 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Who will not mercie unto others show, +How can he mercy ever hope to have? +1181 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42. + + +=Merit.= + +Be thou the first true merit to befriend; +His praise is lost, who stays till all commend. +1182 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 274. + + +=Midnight.= + +The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-- +Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. +1183 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Midnight brought on the dusky hour +Friendliest to sleep and silence. +1184 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 667. + +'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon, +Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, +Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. +1185 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Milton.= + + That mighty orb of song, +The divine Milton. +1186 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i. + + +=Mind.= + +The mind is its own place, and in itself +Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. +1187 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 254. + +Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. +1188 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3. + +Though man a thinking being is defined, +Few use the grand prerogative of mind. +1189 +JANE TAYLOR: _Essays in Rhyme,_ Essay i., St. 45. + +My mind to me a kingdom is; + Such present joys therein I find, +That it excels all other bliss + That earth affords or grows by kind. +1190 +EDWARD DYER: _Ms. Rawl.,_ 85, p. 17. + + +=Mirth.= + + More merry tears +The passion of loud laughter never shed. +1191 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Come, thou Goddess fair and free, +In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne, +And by men, heart-easing Mirth. +1192 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 11. + +As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, +The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. +1193 +BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._ + + +=Mischief.= + + O, mischief! thou art swift +To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! +1194 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +When to mischief mortals bend their will, +How soon they find fit instruments of ill! +1195 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., St. 125. + + +=Misery.= + +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. +1196 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, +For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. +1197 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. v., Line 572. + + +=Misfortune.= + +One woe doth tread upon another's heel, +So fast they follow. +1198 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, +And none could be unhappy but the great. +1199 +NICHOLAS ROWE: _Fair Penitent. Prologue._ + + +=Mobs.= + +You have many enemies that know not +Why they are so, but, like to village curs, +Bark when their fellows do. +1200 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + The rabble all alive, +From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties, +Swarm in the streets. +1201 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 704. + + +=Mockery.= + + Hence, horrible shadow! +Unreal mockery, hence! +1202 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Modesty.= + +Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. +1203 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Such an act +That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. +1204 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Monarchs.= + +A morsel for a monarch. +1205 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate +Of mighty monarchs. +1206 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1285. + + +=Money.= + + This yellow slave +Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; +Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, +And give them title, knee, and approbation, +With senators on the bench. +1207 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +He had rolled in money like pigs in mud. +1208 +Hood: _Miss Kilmansegg._ + +'T is true we've money, th' only power +That all mankind falls down before. +1209 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327. + +Get money; still get money, boy, +No matter by what means. +1210 +BEN JONSON: _Every Man in His Humour,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Months.= + +Thirty days hath September, +April, June, and November, +All the rest have thirty-one, +Excepting February alone: +Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, +Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. +1211 +_Common in the New England States._ + + +=Monuments.= + +Not marble, nor the gilded monuments +Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. +1212 +SHAKS.: _Sonnet 55._ + + +=Mood.= + + Anon they move +In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood +Of flutes and soft recorders. +1213 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i. Line 549. + +Fantastic as a woman's mood, +And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. +1214 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 30. + + +=Moon.= + + Now glow'd the firmament +With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led +The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, +Rising in clouded majesty, at length, +Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, +And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. +1215 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 604. + +How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon +From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; +Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! +1216 +GEORGE CROLY: _Diana._ + +The moon had climb'd the highest hill + Which rises o'er the source of Dee, +And from the eastern summit shed + Her silver light on tower and tree. +1217 +JOHN LOWE: _Mary's Dream._ + + +=Morality.= + +Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, +And unawares Morality expires. +1218 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649. + + +=Morning.= + +See how the morning opes her golden gates, +And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! +How well resembles it the prime of youth, +Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. +1219 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, +With charm of earliest birds. +1220 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 641. + +Night wanes--the vapors round the mountains curl'd +Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. +1221 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 1. + +The moon is carried off in purple fire: +Day breaks at last. +1222 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Return of the Druses,_ Act i. + +Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear +My voice ascending high. +1223 +WATTS: _Psalm_ v. + + +=Mortality.= + + All, that in this world is great or gay, +Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay. +1224 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 55. + +We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. +1225 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Mother.= + + A woman's love +Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, +And by its weakness overcomes. +1226 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. ii., St. 43. + +A mother is a mother still, +The holiest thing alive. +1227 +COLERIDGE: _The Three Graves._ + + +=Mountains.= + +I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives +First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves +The world; and, vainly favored, it repays +The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze +By no change of its large calm front of snow. +1228 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli._ + + And to me +High mountains are a feeling, but the hum +Of human cities torture. +1229 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 72. + + +=Mounting.= + +I mount and mount toward the sky, +The eagle's heart is mine, +I ride to put the clouds a-by +Where silver lakelets shine. +The roaring streams wax white with snow, +The eagle's nest draws near, +The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, +The air is frosty clear. +And so from cliff to cliff I rise, +The eagle's heart is mine; +Above me ever broadning skies, +Below the rivers shine. +1230 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._ + + +=Mourning.= + + We must all die! +All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, +Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so +Need lamentation for him? +1231 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. +1232 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108. + + +=Murder.= + +Murder most foul, as in the best it is; +But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. +1233 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, +But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. +1234 +DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285. + + +=Music.= + +The man that hath no music in himself, +Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, +Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; +The motions of his spirit are dull as night, +And his affections dark as Erebus: +Let no such man be trusted. +1235 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Music's golden tongue +Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. +1236 +KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 3. + +Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, +To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; +I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, +And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, +By magic numbers and persuasive sound. +1237 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Music the fiercest grief can charm, +And fate's severest rage disarm. +Music can soften pain to ease, +And make despair and madness please; +Our joys below it can improve, +And antedate the bliss above. +1238 +POPE: _Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,_ St. 7. + +When Music, heavenly maid, was young, +While yet in early Greece she sung, +The Passions oft, to hear her shell, +Throng'd around her magic cell, +Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, +Possest beyond the Muse's painting. +1239 +COLLINS: _The Passions,_ Line 1. + +The soul of music slumbers in the shell, +Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, +And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour +A thousand melodies unheard before. +1240 +ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 362. + +A few can touch the magic string, + And noisy Fame is proud to win them; +Alas for those that never sing, + But die with all their music in them! +1241 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Voiceless._ + + + + +==N.== + + +=Name.= + +What's in a name? That which we call a rose +By any other name would smell as sweet. +1242 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, +The power of grace, the magic of a name? +1243 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 5. + + +=Nature.= + +Nature ever yields reward +To him who seeks, and loves her best. +1244 +BARRY CORNWALL: _Above and Below._ + + O Nature, how fair is thy face, +And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! +1245 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28. + + To him who in the love of Nature holds +Communion with her visible forms, she speaks +A various language; for his gayer hours +She has a voice of gladness, and a smile +And eloquence of beauty, and she glides +Into his darker musings, with a mild +And healing sympathy, that steals away +Their sharpness, ere he is aware. +1246 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._ + + +=News--Newspapers.= + + The first bringer of unwelcome news +Hath but a losing office; and his tongue +Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, +Remember'd knolling a departing friend. +1247 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Evil news rides post, while good news baits. +1248 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1538. + +Turn to the press--its teeming sheets survey, +Big with the wonders of each passing day; +Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, +Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. +1249 +SPRAGUE: _Curiosity._ + + +=Newton.= + +Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: +God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. +1250 +POPE: _Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._ + +Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! +Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, +That he himself felt only "like a youth +Picking up shells by the great ocean--Truth." +1251 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vii., St. 5. + + +=New Year.= + +The wave is breaking on the shore,-- +The echo fading from the chime-- +Again the shadow moveth o'er +The dial-plate of time! +1252 +WHITTIER: _The New Year._ + + +=Niagara.= + +Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe +Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set +His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud +Mantles around thy feet. +1253 +MRS. SIGOURNEY: _Niagara._ + + +=Night.= + +Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, +The ear more quick of apprehension makes. +1254 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Now began +Night with her sullen wing to double-shade +The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, +And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. +1255 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. i., Line 409. + + Awful Night! +Ancestral mystery of mysteries. +1256 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv. + +Night, night it is, night upon the palms. +Night, night it is, the land wind has blown. +Starry, starry night, over deep and height; +Love, love in the valley, love all alone. +1257 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._ + +Night is the time to weep, + To wet with unseen tears +Those graves of memory where sleep + The joys of other years. +1258 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._ + + +=Nightingale.= + +The nightingale, if she should sing by day, +When every goose is cackling, would be thought +No better a musician than the wren. +How many things by season season'd are +To their right praise, and true perfection! +1259 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray +Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, +Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. +1260 +MILTON: _Sonnet 1._ + + +=Nobility.= + +Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds. +1261 +LONGFELLOW: _Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard._ + +For he who is honest is noble, +Whatever his fortunes or birth. +1262 +ALICE CARY: _Nobility._ + + +=North.= + +Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed; +In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, +At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. +1263 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 222. + + +=November.= + +Next was November; he full gross and fat +As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; +For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, +That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam. +1264 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40. + +In rattling showers dark November's rain, +From every stormy cloud, descends amain. +1265 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Numbers.= + +As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, +I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. +1266 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 127. + + + + +==O.== + + +=Oak.= + +Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, +Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, +Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. +1267 +KEATS: _Hyperion,_ Bk. i. + +A song to the oak, the brave old oak, +Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! +1268 +HENRY F. CHORLEY: _The Brave Old Oak._ + + +=Oars.= + + The oars were silver, +Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made +The water which they beat to follow faster, +As amorous of their strokes. +1269 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Oaths.= + +'T is not the many oaths that make the truth; +But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. +1270 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law, +To keep the good and just in awe, +But to confine the bad and sinful, +Like moral cattle, in a pinfold. +1271 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197. + + +=Obedience.= + +Let them obey that know not how to rule. +1272 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Obedience is the Christian's crown. +1273 +SCHILLER: _Fight with the Dragon,_ St. 24. + + +=Observation.= + +For he is but a bastard to the time +That doth not smack of observation. +1274 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Ocean.= + +Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! +Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; +Man marks the earth with ruin--his control +Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain +The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain +A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, +When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, +He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, +Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. +1275 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 179. + + One height +Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, +And he could hear its multitudinous roar, +Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. +1276 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Legend of Jubal,_ Line 506. + + +=October.= + +The sweet calm sunshine of October, now +Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould +The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough +Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold. +1277 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _October, 1866._ + +October's foliage yellows with his cold. +1278 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Offence.= + +In such a time as this, it is not meet +That every nice offence should bear his comment. +1279 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +And love the offender, yet detest the offence. +1280 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 192. + + +=Old Age.= + +Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; +For in my youth I never did apply +Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; +Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo +The means of weakness and debility: +Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, +Frosty, but kindly. +1281 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +When he is forsaken, +Withered and shaken, +What can an old man do but die? +1282 +HOOD: _Ballad._ + + +=Opinion.= + +Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan +The outward habit by the inward man. +1283 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +He that complies against his will +Is of his own opinion still. +1284 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547. + + +=Opportunity.= + +O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: +'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; +Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; +Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; +'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. +1285 +SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876. + + +=Oracle.= + + I am Sir Oracle, +And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! +1286 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Oratory.= + +Thence to the famous orators repair, +Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence +Wielded at will that fierce democracy, +Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, +To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. +1287 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 267. + + +=Order.= + +Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest, +Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, +More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence +That such are happier, shocks all common sense. +1288 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 49. + + +=Ornament.= + +Thus ornament is but the guiled shore +To a most dangerous sea. +1289 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Owl.= + +It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, +Which gives the stern'st good-night. +1290 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + + + +==P.== + + +=Pain.= + +Pain pays the income of each precious thing. +1291 +SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 334. + +Pain is no longer pain when it is past. +1292 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._ + + The sad mechanic exercise +Like dull narcotics numbing pain. +1293 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, Prologue,_ v., St. 2. + + +=Painter.= + +With hue like that when some great painter dips +His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. +1294 +SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam,_ Canto v., St. 23. + + +=Palm.= + +No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; +Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. +1295 +HEBER: _Palestine._ + + +=Pan.= + +And they heard the words it said,-- +"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! + Pan, Pan is dead!" +1296 +MRS. BROWNING: _The Dead Pan._ + + +=Pang.= + +And even the pang preceding death + Bids expectation rise. +1297 +GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity,_ Act ii. + + +=Paradise.= + +'T is sweet, as year by year we lose +Friends out of sight, in faith to muse +How grows in Paradise our store. +1298 +KEBLE: _Burial of the Dead._ + + +=Pardon.= + +Forgiveness to the injured does belong; +But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. +1299 +DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Parents.= + +Great families of yesterday we show, +And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. +1300 +DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1. + + +=Parting.= + + What! gone without a word? +Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; +For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. +1301 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + They who go +Feel not the pain of parting; it is they +Who stay behind that suffer. +1302 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. I., i. + +Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. +1303 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 10. + + +=Passion.= + +Fountain heads and pathless groves, +Places which pale passion loves. +1304 +JOHN FLETCHER: _The Nice Valour,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Passions are likened best to floods and streams: +The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. +1305 +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover._ + + +=Past, The.= + +Over the trackless past, somewhere, +Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, +Only regained by faith and prayer, +Only recalled by prayer and plaint: +Each lost day has its patron saint. +1306 +BRET HARTE: _The Lost Galleon,_ Last St. + +Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, +As the swift seasons roll! +Leave thy low-vaulted past! +1307 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Chambered Nautilus._ + + +=Patience.= + +How poor are they, that have not patience! +What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? +1308 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. +1309 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + Patience is more oft the exercise +Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, +Making them each his own deliverer, +And victor over all +That tyranny or fortune can inflict. +1310 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1287. + + Patience is a plant +That grows not in all gardens. +1311 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 4. + +There are times when patience proves at fault. +1312 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3. + + +=Patriotism.= + +Strike--for your altars and your fires; +Strike--for the green graves of your sires; +God, and your native land! +1313 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, +One Nation evermore! +1314 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Voyage of the Good Ship Union._ + +My country, 't is of thee, +Sweet land of liberty,-- + Of thee I sing: +Land where my fathers died, +Land of the pilgrims' pride, +From every mountain side + Let freedom ring. +1315 +SAMUEL F. SMITH: _National Hymn._ + + Sail on, O Ship of State! +Sail on, O Union, strong and great! +Humanity with all its fears, +With all the hopes of future years, +Is hanging breathless on thy fate! +1316 +LONGFELLOW: _Building of the Ship._ + + +=Peace.= + +A peace is of the nature of a conquest; +For then both parties nobly are subdued, +And neither party loser. +1317 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +I, in this weak piping time of peace, +Have no delight to pass away the time, +Unless to see my shadow in the sun. +1318 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Why prate of peace? when, warriors all, +We clank in harness into hall, +And ever bare upon the board +Lies the necessary sword. +1319 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Woodman._ + + Peace hath her victories, +No less renowned than war. +1320 +MILTON: Sonnet xvi. + +Peace was on the earth and in the air. +1321 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Ages,_ St. 30. + + +=Pearls.= + +Go boldly forth, my simple lay, +Whose accents flow with artless ease, +Like orient pearls at random strung. +1322 +SIR WILLIAM JONES: _A Persian Song of Hafiz._ + + +=Pen.= + +Beneath the rule of men entirely great, +The pen is mightier than the sword. +1323 +BULWER-LYTTON: _Richelieu,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +This dull product of a scoffer's pen. +1324 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. ii. + + +=People.= + +And what the people but a herd confus'd, +A miscellaneous rabble, who extol +Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise? +1325 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iii., Line 49. + + +=Perfection.= + +One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun +Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. +1326 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Perjury.= + + At lovers' perjuries, +They say, Jove laughs. +1327 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Perseverance.= + + Perseverance, dear my lord, +Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang +Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail +In monumental mockery. +1328 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Persuasion.= + +He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. +1329 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vii., Line 143. + + +=Petitions.= + +Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; +Let other hours be set apart for business. +1330 +FIELDING: _Tom Thumb the Great,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Philosophy.= + +How charming is divine Philosophy! +Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, +But musical as is Apollo's lute, +And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, +Where no crude surfeit reigns. +1331 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 476. + + +=Physic.= + +Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. +1332 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + Take physic, pomp; +Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. +1333 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Piety.= + +Why should not piety be made, +As well as equity, a trade, +And men get money by devotion, +As well as making of a motion? +1334 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 295. + + +=Pilot.= + +Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! + There's danger on the deep. +1335 +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _The Pilot._ + + +=Pines.= + +Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. +1336 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Pipe.= + +Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe +When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe. +1337 +BYRON: _The Island,_ Canto ii., St. 19. + + +=Pity.= + + Pity is the virtue of the law, +And none but tyrants use it cruelly. +1338 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + +Careless their merits or their faults to scan, +His pity gave ere charity began. +1339 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 161. + + +=Place.= + +The fittest place where man can die + Is where he dies for man! +1340 +MICHAEL J. BARRY: _The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844._ + + +=Play.= + + The play 's the thing +Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. +1341 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Pleasure.= + + Pleasure, and revenge, +Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice +Of any true decision. +1342 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +But not e'en pleasure to excess is good: +What most elates, then sinks the soul as low. +1343 +THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 63. + +Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain. +1344 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 170. + +But pleasures are like poppies spread, +You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. +1345 +BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._ + +Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, +Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. +1346 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 97. + + +=Poetry--Poets.= + +It is not poetry that makes men poor; +For few do write that were not so before. +1347 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 441. + +A verse may find him who a sermon flies, +And turn delight into a sacrifice. +1348 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 1. + +Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, +And tell them; and the truth of truths is love. +1349 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._ + + The poor poet +Worships without reward, nor hopes to find +A heaven save in his worship. +1350 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. i. + + God is the PERFECT POET, +Who in creation acts his own conceptions. +1351 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2. + +Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, +And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. +1352 +KEATS: _Epis. to George Felton Mathews._ + +Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, +Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.-- +The poets who on earth have made us heirs +Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays. +1353 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._ + + +=Pole.= + +True as the needle to the pole, +Or as the dial to the sun. +1354 +BARTON BOOTH: _Song._ + + +=Pomp.= + +Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, + So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; +Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, + But spare his "Highland Mary"! +1355 +WHITTIER: _Lines on Burns_ + + +=Poppies.= + +As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, +Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,-- +So sinks the youth. +1356 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 371. + + +=Popularity.= + +O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: +And that, which would appear offence in us, +His countenance, like richest alchymy, +Will change to virtue and to worthiness. +1357 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd, +And paid the salutations of the crowd. +1358 +DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 689. + + +=Possession.= + + What we have we prize not to the worth, +Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost, +Why then we rack the value, then we find +The virtue that possession would not show us +Whiles it was ours. +1359 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Possession means to sit astride of the world, +Instead of having it astride of you. +1360 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Poverty.= + +My poverty, but not my will, consents. +1361 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +If we from wealth to poverty descend, +Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend. +1362 +DRYDEN: _Wife of Bath,_ Line 485. + + Most wretched men +Are cradled into poetry by wrong. +They learn in suffering what they teach in song. +1363 +SHELLEY: _Julian and Maddalo._ + +In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, +And poverty stood smiling in my sight. +1364 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 505. + + +=Power.= + +What can power give more than food and drink, +To live at ease, and not be bound to think? +1365 +DRYDEN: _Medal,_ Line 235. + + The good old rule +Sufficeth them, the simple plan, +That they should take who have the power, +And they should keep who can. +1366 +WORDSWORTH: _Rob Roy's Grave._ + + +=Prairie.= + +Far in the East like low-hung clouds + The waving woodlands lie; +Far in the West the glowing plain + Melts warmly in the sky. +No accent wounds the reverent air,-- + No footprint dints the sod,-- +Low in the light the prairie lies + Rapt in a dream of God. +1367 +JOHN HAY: _The Prairie._ + + +=Praise.= + + Praising what is lost, +Makes the remembrance dear. +1368 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, +And without sneering teach the rest to sneer. +1369 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 201. + + +=Prayer.= + +Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, +But still remember what the Lord hath done. +1370 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + If by prayer +Incessant I could hope to change the will +Of him who all things can, I would not cease +To weary him with my assiduous cries; +But prayer against his absolute decree +No more avails than breath against the wind +Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth: +Therefore to his great bidding I submit. +1371 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 307. + +He prayeth best who loveth best +All things both great and small; +For the dear God who loveth us, +He made and loveth all. +1372 +COLERIDGE: _Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. vii. + +God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, +And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, +A gauntlet with a gift in 't. +1373 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii. + + More things are wrought by prayer +Than this world dreams of. +1374 +TENNYSON: _Morte d'Arthur,_ Line 247. + + +=Preaching.= + +I preached as never sure to preach again, +And as a dying man to dying men. +1375 +RICHARD BAXTER: _Love Breathing Thanks and Praise._ + + +=Present.= + +The Present, the Present is all thou hast +For thy sure possessing; +Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast +Till it gives its blessing. +1376 +WHITTIER: _My Soul and I,_ St. 34. + + +=Press.= + +Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, +Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain. +1377 +JOSEPH STORY: _Motto of the "Salem Register."_ + + +=Pride.= + + Pride hath no other glass +To show itself, but pride; for supple knees +Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. +1378 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin + Is pride that apes humility. +1379 +COLERIDGE: _The Devil's Thoughts._ + + +=Priest.= + +No nightly trance or breathčd spell +Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. +1380 +MILTON: _Hymn on Christ's Nativity,_ Line 173. + + +=Primrose.= + +A primrose by a river's brim +A yellow primrose was to him, +And it was nothing more. +1381 +WORDSWORTH: _Peter Bell,_ Pt. i., St. 12. + + +=Printing.= + +Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind +To stamp a lasting image of the mind! +1382 +CRABBE: _The Library,_ Line 69. + +Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so." +Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No." +1383 +BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book._ + + +=Prison.= + +Stone walls do not a prison make, +Nor iron bars a cage; +Minds innocent and quiet, take +That for an hermitage. +1384 +LOVELACE: _To Althea, from Prison,_ iv. + + +=Procrastination.= + +Procrastination is the thief of time: +Year after year it steals, till all are fled, +And to the mercies of a moment leaves +The vast concerns of an eternal scene. +1385 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 393. + + +=Prodigies.= + + When these prodigies +Do so conjointly meet, let not men say +"These are their reasons,--They are natural;" +For, I believe, they are portentous things +Unto the climate that they point upon. +1386 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Progress.= + +Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, +And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. +1387 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 69. + + +=Promise.= + +And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, +That palter with us in a double sense: +That keep the word of promise to our ear +And break it to our hope. +1388 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8. + + +=Proof.= + + Give me the ocular proof; + * * * * * +Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it, +That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, +To hang a doubt on. +1389 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Prophecy.= + +Coming events cast their shadows before. +1390 +CAMPBELL: _Lochiel's Warning._ + +Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, +The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, +And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! +1391 +BYRON: _Bride of Ab.,_ Canto ii., St. 20. + + +=Prose.= + +And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, +It is not poetry, but prose run mad. +1392 +POPE: _Prol. to Satires,_ Line 186. + +And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. +1393 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 514. + + +=Proselytes.= + +The greatest saints and sinners have been made +Of proselytes of one another's trade. +1394 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 315. + + +=Prospects.= + +As distant prospects please us, but when near +We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. +1395 +SAMUEL GARTH: _Dispensatory,_ Canto iii., Line 27. + + +=Prosperity.= + +Prosperity's the very bond of love; +Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together +Affliction alters. +1396 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Surer to prosper than prosperity +Could have assured us. +1397 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 39. + + +=Providence.= + +There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. +1398 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + What in me is dark +Illumine, what is low raise and support; +That, to the height of this great argument, +I may assert Eternal Providence +And justify the ways of God to men. +1399 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 22. + +Who finds not Providence all good and wise, +Alike in what it gives, and what denies? +1400 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 205. + +'T is Providence alone secures +In every change both mine and yours. +1401 +COWPER: _A Fable. Moral._ + + +=Prudence.= + +Henceforth His might we know, and know our own, +So as not either to provoke, or dread +New war, provoked. +1402 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 643. + +Where passion leads or prudence points the way. +1403 +ROBERT LOWTH: _Choice of Hercules,_ i. + + +=Prudery.= + +Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show +She might be young some forty years ago, +Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips, +Her head erect, her fan upon her lips, +Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray +To watch yon amorous couple in their play, +With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies +The rude inclemency of wintry skies, +And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs, +Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers. +1404 +COWPER: _Truth,_ Line 13. + + +=Pulpit.= + +And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, +Was beat with fist instead of a stick. +1405 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11. + + +=Punishment.= + + Back to thy punishment, +False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings. +1406 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 699. + + +=Purity.= + +'Tis said the lion will turn and flee +From a maid in the pride of her purity. +1407 +BYRON: _Siege of Corinth,_ St. 21. + + +=Purpose.= + +Make thick my blood, +Stop up the access and passage to remorse; +That no compunctious visitings of nature +Shake my fell purpose. +1408 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Purse.= + +Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; +'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands. +1409 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Pygmies.= + +Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; +And pyramids are pyramids in vales. +1410 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vi., Line 309. + + + + +==Q.== + + +=Quacks.= + + Out, you impostors! +Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!--your skill +Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill. +1411 +MASSINGER: _Virgin-Martyr,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, +The daring tribe compound their boasted trash-- +Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill: +All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill. +1412 +CRABBE: _Borough,_ Letter vii., Line 75. + + +=Quakers.= + +Upright Quakers please both man and God. +1413 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 208. + +The Quaker loves an ample brim, + A hat that bows to no salaam; +And dear the beaver is to him + As if it never made a dam. +1414 +HOOD: _All Round my Hat._ + + +=Quarrels.= + + Beware +Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in, +Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee: +1415 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +They who in quarrels interpose, +Must often wipe a bloody nose. +1416 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 34. + + +=Queen.= + +She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. +1417 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iii., Line 208. + + +=Quickness.= + +With too much quickness ever to be taught; +With too much thinking to have common thought. +1418 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 97. + + +=Quiet.= + +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. +1419 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 42. + +Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. +1420 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Cathedral._ + + +=Quips.= + +Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, +Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles. +1421 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 25. + + +=Quotation.= + +The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. +1422 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations +By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations. +1423 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 103. + + + + +==R.== + + +=Race.= + +He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; +No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. +1424 +RICHARD SAVAGE: _The Bastard,_ Line 7. + + +=Rage.= + +Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire +1425 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 160. + + +=Rain.= + +For the rain it raineth every day. +1426 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +How beautiful is the rain! +After the dust and heat, +In the broad and fiery street, +In the narrow lane, +How beautiful is the rain! +1427 +LONGFELLOW: _Rain in Summer,_ Sts. 1 and 2. + +The rain comes when the wind calls. +1428 +EMERSON: _Woodnotes,_ Pt. ii., Line 271. + +In winter, when the dismal rain + Came down in slanting lines. +1429 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Rainbow.= + +Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er +Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; +Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers +Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers; +And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown +My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, +Rich scarf to my proud earth. +1430 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +That gracious thing made up of tears and light. +1431 +COLERIDGE: _Two Founts,_ St. 5. + +The rainbow comes and goes, +And lovely is the rose. +1432 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2. + +There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: +We know her woof, her texture; she is given +In the dull catalogue of common things. +Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. +1433 +KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Rank.= + +Superior worth your rank requires: +For that, mankind reveres your sires; +If you degenerate from your race, +Their merits heighten your disgrace. +1434 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. ii, Fable 11. + +The rank is but the guinea stamp, +The man's the gowd for a' that. +1435 +BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._ + + +=Raptures.= + +If such there breathe, go, mark him well! +For him no minstrel raptures swell. +1436 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + + +=Rashness.= + +Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, +The positive pronounce without dismay. +1437 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 145. + +One more unfortunate + Weary of breath, +Rashly importunate, + Gone to her death. +1438 +HOOD: _The Bridge of Sighs._ + + +=Reading.= + + Many books, +Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads +Incessantly, and to his reading brings not +A spirit and judgment equal or superior, +Uncertain and unsettled still remains-- +Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. +1439 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 321. + +When the last reader reads no more. +1440 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Reader._ + + Stuff the head +With all such reading as was never read: +For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it. +1441 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 249. + + +=Realms.= + +These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- +Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. +1442 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 1. + + +=Reason.= + +I have no other but a woman's reason; +I think him so, because I think him so. +1443 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Reason raise o'er instinct as you can, +In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man. +1444 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 97. + + I would make +Reason my guide. +1445 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus._ + +The confidence of reason give, +And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! +1446 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + Indu'd +With sanctity of reason. +1447 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 507. + + +=Rebellion.= + + Their weapons only +Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, +This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, +As fish are in a pond. +1448 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Rebellion now began, for lack +Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack. +1449 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31. + + +=Rebuff.= + Then welcome each rebuff + That turns earth's smoothness rough, +Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! +1450 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Rabbi Ben Ezra._ + + +=Rebuke.= + +Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady +So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, +And strokes death to her. +1451 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Reckoning.= + +So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, +The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more. +1452 +GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 9. + + +=Recollection.= + +How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, +When fond recollection presents them to view. +1453 +WORDSWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._ + + +=Reconciliation.= + +Never can true reconcilement grow, +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. +1454 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98. + + +=Records.= + +In records that defy the tooth of time. +1455 +YOUNG: _The Statesman's Creed._ + + +=Recreation.= + +Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue +But moody and dull melancholy, +Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, +And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop +Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life? +1456 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Of recreation there is none +So free as Fishing is alone; +All other pastimes do no less +Than mind and body both possess: + My hand alone my work can do, + So I can fish and study too. +1457 +IZAAK WALTON: _The Complete Angler._ _The Angler's Song._ + + +=Redress.= + +What need we any spur but our own cause +To prick us to redress. +1458 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Reflection.= + +Remembrance and reflection how allied! +What thin partitions sense from thought divide! +1459 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 225. + + +=Reformation.= + +'Tis the talent of our English nation, +Still to be plotting some new Reformation. +1460 +DRYDEN: _Sophonisba,_ Prologue. + + +=Regret.= + +O last regret, regret can die! +1461 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lxxviii., St. 5. + +Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. +Oh death in life, the days that are no more! +1462 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36. + + +=Religion.= + + In Religion +What damned error, but some sober brow +Will bless it, and approve it with a text, +Hiding the grossness with fair ornament. +1463 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Religion is a spring, +That from some secret, golden mine +Derives her birth, and thence doth bring +Cordials in every drop, and wine. +1464 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Religion._ + +Religion crowns the statesman and the man, +Sole source of public and of private peace. +1465 +YOUNG: _Public Situation of the Kingdom,_ Line 500. + +Pity Religion has so seldom found +A skilful guide into poetic ground! +1466 +COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 17. + +Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, +Ready to pass to the American strand. +1467 +HERBERT: _The Church Militant._ + + +=Remedies.= + +Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, +Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky +Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull +Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. +1468 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Remembrance.= + +The setting sun, and music at the close, +As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, +Writ in remembrance more than things long past. +1469 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Praising what is lost, +Makes the remembrance dear. +1470 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot. +1471 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iv., Line 57. + +I remember, I remember, +The fir trees dark and high: +I used to think their slender tops +Were close against the sky; +It was a childish ignorance, +But now 'tis little joy +To know I'm farther off from heaven +Than when I was a boy. +1472 +HOOD: _I Remember, I Remember._ + + +=Remorse.= + +Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, +If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews +Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, +It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost, +Weeps only tears of poison. +1473 +COLERIDGE: _Remorse,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Renown.= + +Short is my date, but deathless my renown. +1474 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 535. + + +=Repartee.= + +A man renown'd for repartee +Will seldom scruple to make free +With friendship's finest feeling, +Will thrust a dagger at your breast, +And say he wounded you in jest, +By way of balm for healing. +1475 +COWPER: _Friendship,_ Line 16. + + +=Repentance.= + +Who by repentance is not satisfied +Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased; +By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased. +1476 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long! +1477 +SCHILLER: _Lay of the Bell,_ St. 4. + + Repentance is the weight +Of indigested meals eat yesterday. +1478 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii. + +Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears +Her snaky crest. +1479 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 996. + + +=Repose.= + +The best of men have ever loved repose: +They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, +Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows, +Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. +1480 +THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 17. + +Her suffering ended with the day, + Yet lived she at its close, +And breathed the long, long night away, + In statue-like repose. +1481 +JAMES ALDRICH: _A Death-Bed._ + + +=Reproof.= + +Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; +Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. +1482 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 23. + +Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. +1483 +LOVER: _Rory O'More._ + + +=Reputation.= + +The purest treasure mortal times afford, +Is spotless reputation; that away, +Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. +1484 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +At every word a reputation dies. +1485 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 16. + + +=Resignation.= + +But Heaven hath a hand in these events; +To whose high will we bound our calm contents. +1486 +SHAKS.: _Richard II._ Act v., Sc. 2. + +While Resignation gently slopes away, +And all his prospects brightening to the last, +His heaven commences ere the world be past. +1487 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 110. + + +=Resolution.= + + The native hue of resolution +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; +And enterprises of great pith and moment, +With this regard, their currents turn awry, +And lose the name of action. +1488 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Respect.= + +You have too much respect upon the world: +They lose it, that do buy it with much care. +1489 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Rest.= + +Who with a body filled and vacant mind +Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. +1490 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Rest is sweet after strife. +1491 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25. + +For too much rest itself becomes a pain. +1492 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xv., Line 429. + + +=Results.= + +Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; +The year grows rich as it groweth old; +And life's latest sands are its sands of gold. +1493 +JULIA C.R. DORR: _To the Bouquet Club._ + + +=Retirement.= + +Retiring from the popular noise, I seek +This unfrequented place to find some ease. +1494 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 16. + +O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, +Retreats from care that never must be mine, +How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, +A youth of labor, with an age of ease; +Who quits a world where strong temptations try, +And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly. +1495 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 97. + + +=Retreat.= + +In all the trade of war, no feat +Is nobler than a brave retreat; +For those that run away, and fly, +Take place at least of the enemy. +1496 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607. + + +=Revelry.= + +Midnight shout and revelry, +Tipsy dance and jollity. +1497 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 103. + +There was a sound of revelry by night, +And Belgium's capital had gather'd then +Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright +The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. +1498 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21. + + +=Revenge.= + +And Cćsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, +With Até by his side, come hot from hell, +Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, +Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. +1499 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Revenge, at first though sweet, +Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. +1500 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 171. + +Vengeance to God alone belongs; +But, when I think of all my wrongs, +My blood is liquid flame. +1501 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 7. + + +=Reverence.= + + Let the air strike our tune, +Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. +1502 +MIDDLETON: _The Witch,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Revolution.= + +There is great talk of revolution, +And a great chance of despotism, +German soldiers, camps, confusion, +Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion, +Gin, suicide, and Methodism. +1503 +SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third, Hell,_ St. 6. + + +=Rhetoric.= + +For Rhetoric, he could not ope +His mouth, but out there flew a trope. +1504 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8. + +Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, +That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. +1505 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 790. + + +=Rhine.= + +The castled crag of Drachenfels +Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. +1506 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 55. + +The river Rhine, it is well known, +Doth wash your city of Cologne; +But tell me, nymphs! what power divine +Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? +1507 +COLERIDGE: _Cologne._ + + +=Rhyme.= + +Still may syllables jar with time, +Still may reason war with rhyme. +1508 +BEN JONSON: _Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._ + + He knew +Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. +1509 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 10. + +For rhyme the rudder is of verses, +With which, like ships, they steer their courses. +1510 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463. + + +=Riches.= + +Infinite riches in a little room. +1511 +MARLOWE: _The Jew of Malta,_ Act i. + +Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, +The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt +To slacken virtue, and abate her edge, +Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise. +1512 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk ii., Line 453. + + +=Ridicule.= + +Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind; +But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. +1513 +TUPPER: _Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule._ + +Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, +And the sad burden of some merry song. +1514 +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76. + + +=Right.= + +But 't was a maxim he had often tried, +That right was right, and there he would abide. +1515 +CRABBE: _Tales:_ Tale xv., _The Squire and the Priest._ + +For right is right, since God is God, + And right the day must win; +To doubt would be disloyalty, + To falter would be sin. +1516 +FREDERICK W. FABER: _The Right Must Win._ + +And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, +One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. +1517 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289. + + +=Rivers.= + +By shallow rivers, to whose falls +Melodious birds sing madrigals. +1518 +MARLOWE: _The Passionate Shepherd to His Love._ + +See the rivers, how they run, +Changeless to the changeless sea. +1519 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The river glideth at his own sweet will. +1520 +WORDSWORTH: _Earth has not anything to show more fair._ + + +=Robbery.= + + I'll example you with thievery: +The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction +Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, +And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; +The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves +The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, +That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen +From general excrement: each thing's a thief. +1521 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Rock.= + +Better to sink beneath the shock +Than moulder piecemeal on the rock. +1522 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 969. + +Rock of Ages, cleft for me, +Let me hide myself in thee. +1523 +TOPLADY: _Salvation through Christ._ + +Come one, come all! this rock shall fly +From its firm base as soon as I. +1524 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10. + + +=Rod.= + + His rod revers'd, +And backward mutters of dissevering power. +1525 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 816. + + A light to guide, a rod +To check the erring, and reprove. +1526 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + +=Roman.= + +I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, +Than such a Roman. +1527 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +This was the noblest Roman of them all. +1528 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Romance.= + +Romances paint at full length people's wooings, +But only give a bust of marriages. +1529 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 8. + + Lady of the Mere, +Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. +1530 +WORDSWORTH: _A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags._ + + +=Rome.= + +To the glory that was Greece +And the grandeur that was Rome. +1531 +EDGAR A. POE: _To Helen._ + + +=Rose.= + +At Christmas I no more desire a rose +Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; +But like of each thing that in season grows. +1532 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, +For that sweet odor which doth in it live. +1533 +SHAKS.: Sonnet liv. + +You love the roses--so do I. I wish +The sky would rain down roses, as they rain +From off the shaken bush. +1534 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. +1535 +KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 27. + +The rose saith in the dewy morn, +I am most fair; +Yet all my loveliness is born +Upon a thorn. +1536 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._ + +Strew on her roses, roses, + And never a spray of yew! +In quiet she reposes; + Ah, would that I did too. +1537 +MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Requiescat._ + + +=Rousseau.= + +The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, +The apostle of affliction--he, who threw +Enchantment over passion, and from woe +Wrung overwhelming eloquence. +1538 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 77. + + +=Royalty.= + +O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate! +Greatness misnamed, in misery only great! +Could men but know the endless woe it brings, +The wise would die before they would be Kings. +Think what a King must do! +1539 +R.H. STODDARD: _The King's Bell._ + + +=Ruin.= + +Where my high steeples whilom used to stand, +On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, +There now is but an heap of lime and sand, +For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower. +1540 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 127. + +On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, +His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. +1541 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 385. + +The day shall come, that great avenging day +Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, +When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, +And one prodigious ruin swallow all. +1542 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iv., Line 196. + + +=Ruling Passions.= + +In men, we various Ruling Passions find; +In women, two almost divide the kind; +Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, +The love of pleasure and the love of sway. +1543 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 207. + + +=Rumor.= + + Rumor is a pipe +Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; +And of so easy and so plain a stop +That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, +The still-discordant wavering multitude, +Can play upon it. +1544 +SHAKS.: _Henry IV.,_ Pt. ii., Induction. + + +=Rural Life.= + + Of men +The happiest he, who far from public rage, +Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, +Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. +1545 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 1132. + + + + +==S.== + + +=Sabbath.= + + The Sabbath bell, +That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell +Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy +With sounds most musical, most melancholy. +1546 +ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 515. + +Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure +He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! +1547 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson. Urania._ + +E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. +1548 +POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 12. + +Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, +Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. +1549 +DRYDEN: _Spanish Friar,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + The Sabbath brings its kind release, +And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. +1550 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson,_ Line 229. + +Take the Sunday with you through the week, +And sweeten with it all the other days. +1551 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5. + + +=Sailors.= + +Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, +Ready with every nod to tumble down. +1552 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold +The winds and waves that wake or sleep, +Thy tender arms of mercy fold +Around the seamen on the deep. +1553 +HANNAH F. GOULD: _Changes on the Deep._ + +Messmates, hear a brother sailor + Sing the dangers of the sea. +1554 +GEORGE A. STEVENS: _The Storm._ + + +=Sails.= + +Purple the sails, and so perfumed that +The winds were love-sick with them. +1555 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea +Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight; +When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, +The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; +Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, +The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, +The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, +The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, +So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. +1556 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 17. + + +=Saints.= + +And now the saints began their reign, +For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain, +And felt such bowel-hankerings, +To see an empire, all of kings. +1557 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237. + +For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; +The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. +1558 +POPE: Satire iv., Line 26. + +There is a land of pure delight, + Where saints immortal reign. +1559 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs._ + +Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; +And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. +1560 +TICKELL: _On the Death of Mr. Addison,_ Line 41. + +That saints will aid if men will call; +For the blue sky bends over all. +1561 +COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Conclusion to Pt. i. + + +=Salt.= + +Alas! you know the cause too well; +The salt is spilt, to me it fell. +1562 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 37. + +Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge, +Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge, +Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, +And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight. +1563 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto ii, St. 4. + +Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. +1564 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xi., Line 153. + + +=Salvation.= + + About some act +That has no relish of salvation in 't. +1565 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + Therefore, Jew, +Though justice be thy plea, consider this, +That in the course of justice none of us +Should see salvation. +1566 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Sands.= + +Come unto these yellow sands, + And then take hands; +Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd + The wild waves whist. +1567 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2 + +Here are sand, ignoble things, +Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. +1568 +BEAUMONT: _On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._ + + +=Satan.= + + To whom the arch-enemy, +And thence in heaven call'd Satan,--with bold words +Breaking the horrid silence, thus began. +1569 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 81. + +For Satan finds some mischief still + For idle hands to do. +1570 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song 20. + +And Satan trembles when he sees +The weakest saint upon his knees. +1571 +COWPER: _Exhortation to Prayer._ + + +=Satiety.= + +They surfeited with honey; and began +To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little +More than a little is by much too much. +1572 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, +And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. +1573 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 6. + + +=Satire.= + +Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet +To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; +I only wear it in a land of Hectors, +Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. +1574 +POPE: Satire i., Line 69. + +Prepare for rhyme--I'll publish, right or wrong; +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. +1575 +BYRON: _Eng. Bards,_ Line 5. + +In general satire, every man perceives +A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. +1576 +CRABBE: _Advice,_ Line 244. + + +=Savage.= + +I am as free as Nature first made man, +Ere the base laws of servitude began, +When wild in woods the noble savage ran. +1577 +DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Scandal.= + +For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. +1578 +SHAKS.: _Lucrece,_ Line 1006. + + You know +That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, +And after scandal them. +1579 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +The whole court melted into one wide whisper, +And all lips were applied unto all ears! +The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper +As they beheld; the younger cast some leers +On one another, and each lovely lisper +Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears +Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye +Of all the standing army that stood by. +1580 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ix., St. 78 + + +=Scars.= + +He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. +1581 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Gashed with honorable scars, + Low in Glory's lap they lie. +1582 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _Battle of Alexandria._ + + +=Scenes.= + +For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, +Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise. +1583 +ADDISON: _A Letter from Italy._ + + +=Scepticism.= + +Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, +One hopeless, dark idolater of chance, +Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, +The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; +Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, +In joyless union wedded to the dust, +Could all his parting energy dismiss, +And call this barren world sufficient bliss? +1584 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 295. + +Whatever sceptic could inquire for, +For every why he had a wherefore. +1585 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131. + + +=Sceptre.= + +His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, +The attribute to awe and majesty, +Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. +1586 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Scholar.= + +He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; +Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; +Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, +But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. +1587 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +His locked, lettered, braw brass collar +Showed him the gentleman and scholar. +1588 +BURNS: _The Twa Dogs_ + +The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. +1589 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 356. + + +=School.= + +And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel +And shining morning face, creeping like snail +Unwillingly to school. +1590 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + +Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, +With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, +There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, +The village master taught his little school; +A man severe he was, and stern to view,-- +I knew him well, and every truant knew; +Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace +The day's disasters in his morning face. +1591 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 193. + + +=Science.= + +Trace science then, with modesty thy guide; +First strip off all her equipage of pride; +Deduct what is but vanity, or dress, +Or learning's luxury, or idleness; +Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain, +Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; +Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts +Of all our vices have created arts; +Then see how little the remaining sum +Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come. +1592 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 43. + +O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there, +To waft us home the message of despair? +1593 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 325. + + +=Scorn.= + +Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. +1594 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Alas! to make me +The fixed figure of the time, for scorn +To point his slow and moving finger at. +1595 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, +Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! +1596 +BYRON: _Curse of Minerva,_ Line 207. + + He hears, +On all sides, from innumerable tongues, +A dismal universal hiss, the sound +Of public scorn. +1597 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 506. + + +=Scotland.= + +Stands Scotland where it did? +1598 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! +For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! +Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil +Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content. +1599 +BURNS: _Cotter's Saturday Night,_ St. 20. + +It was a' for our rightfu' King + We left fair Scotland's strand. +1600 +BURNS: _A' for our Rightfu' King._ + + +=Scribblers.= + +Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, +The cry is up, and scribblers are my game. +1601 +BYRON: _English Bards,_ Line 43. + + +=Scripture.= + +'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,-- +Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. +1602 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 644. + + +=Sculpture.= + +Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, +That fashions all her works in high relief, +And that is Sculpture. +1603 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5. + + A sculptor wields +The chisel, and the stricken marble grows +To beauty. +1604 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Flood of Years._ + + +=Sea.= + +The rude sea grew civil at her song, +And certain stars shot madly from their spheres +To hear the sea-maid's music. +1605 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +The sea! the sea! the open sea! +The blue, the fresh, the ever free! +Without a mark, without a bound, +It runneth the earth's wide region round; +It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; +Or like a cradled creature lies. +1606 +BARRY CORNWALL: _The Sea._ + +Broad based upon her people's will, +And compassed by the inviolate sea. +1607 +TENNYSON: _To the Queen._ + +'T was when the sea was roaring, +With hollow blasts of wind, +A damsel lay deploring, +All on a rock reclin'd. +1608 +JOHN GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 8. + + +=Sea-weed.= + +A weary weed, toss'd to and fro, +Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine, +Soaring high and sinking low, +Lashed along without will of mine,-- +Sport of the spoom of the surging sea, +Flung on the foam afar and anear, +Mark my manifold mystery,-- +Growth and grace in their place appear. +1609 +CORNELIUS G. FENNER: _Gulf-Weed._ + + +=Seasons.= + +Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year, +How the four seasons in four forms appear, +Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear? +_Spring_ first, like infancy, shoots out her head, +With milky juice requiring to be fed: ... +Proceeding onward whence the year began, +The _Summer_ grows adult, and ripens into man.... +_Autumn_ succeeds, a sober, tepid age, +Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ... +Last, _Winter_ creeps along with tardy pace, +Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face. +1610 +DRYDEN: _Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ + Line 206. + +With thee conversing I forget all time, +All seasons, and their change,--all please alike. +1611 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 639. + + Thus with the year +Seasons return; but not to me returns +Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, +Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, +Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. +1612 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 40. + + +=Seat.= + +Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, +Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! +1613 +LEIGH HUNT: _Politics and Poetics._ + + +=Secrecy.= + +Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, +Till thou applaud the deed. +1614 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + I will believe +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; +And so far will I trust thee. +1615 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + A secret in his mouth, +Is like a wild bird put into a cage, +Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out. +1616 +BEN JONSON: _Case is Altered,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + + +=Sects.= + +His liberal soul with every sect agreed, +Unheard their reasons, he received their creed. +1617 +CRABBE: _Tales, Convert,_ Line 45. + +Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, +But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. +1618 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 331. + + +=Security.= + + You all know, security +Is mortal's chiefest enemy. +1619 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Seed.= + +The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree +I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. +I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. +1620 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 10. + + +=Self.= + +None are so desolate but something dear, +Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd +A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. +1621 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 24. + + +=Selfishness.= + +Despite those titles, power and pelf, +The wretch, concentred all in self, +Living, shall forfeit fair renown, +And, doubly dying, shall go down +To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, +Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. +1622 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + + +=Self-Conceit.= + +To observations which ourselves we make, +We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. +1623 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 2. + + +=Self-Control.= + +May I govern my passions with absolute sway, +And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, +... by a gentle decay. +1624 +DR. WALTER POPE: _The Old Man's Wish,_ Chorus. + + +=Self-Defence.= + + Self-defence is a virtue, +Sole bulwark of all right. +1625 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Self-Denial.= + +Brave conquerors! for so you are, +That war against your own affections, +And the huge army of the world's desires. +1626 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Self-Dispraise.= + +There is a luxury in self-dispraise; +And inward self-disparagement affords +To meditative spleen a grateful feast. +1627 +WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Self-Esteem.= + + Oft times nothing profits more +Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right +Well manag'd. +1628 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 571. + + +=Self-Knowledge.= + +To know _thyself_--in others self-concern; +Would'st thou know others? read thyself--and learn! +1629 +SCHILLER: _Votive Tablets, The Key._ + + +=Self-Love.= + +Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin +As self-neglecting. +1630 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; +Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. +1631 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 59. + + +=Self-Reproach.= + +Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel +No self-reproach. +1632 +WORDSWORTH: _The Old Cumberland Beggar._ + + +=Self-Respect.= + +He that respects himself is safe from others; +He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. +1633 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Self-Sacrifice.= + +Give unto me, made lowly wise, +The spirit of self-sacrifice. +1634 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + +=Sense.= + + A man whose blood +Is very snow-broth; one who never feels +The wanton stings and motions of the sense. +1635 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, +And though no science, fairly worth the seven. +1636 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 43 + + +=Sensibility.= + +Our sensibilities are so acute, +The fear of being silent makes us mute. +1637 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 351. + +Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight! +Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right! +1638 +HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility,_ Line 227. + + +=Separation.= + + Thy soul ... +Is as far from my grasp, is as free, +As the stars from the mountain-tops be, +As the pearl in the depths of the sea, +From the portionless king that would wear it. +1639 +E.C. STEDMAN: _Stanzas for Music,_ St. 3. + + +=September.= + +September waves his golden-rod + Along the lanes and hollows, +And saunters round the sunny fields + A-playing with the swallows. +1640 +ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: _The Prince._ + + +=Sermons.= + +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, +Sermons in stones, and good in everything. +1641 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Perhaps it may turn out a sang, +Perhaps turn out a sermon. +1642 +BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ + + +=Serpent.= + +What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice? +1643 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Where's my serpent of old Nile? +1644 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +And hence one master-passion in the breast, +Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. +1645 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 131. + +Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, + But the trail of the Serpent is over them all. +1646 +MOORE: _Paradise and the Peri._ + + +=Service.= + +Ful wel she sange the service devine, +Entuned in hire nose ful swetely. +1647 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 122. + +And ye shall succor men; +'T is nobleness to serve; +Help them who cannot help again: +Beware from right to swerve. +1648 +EMERSON: _Boston Hymn,_ St. 13. + + +=Sex.= + +Think you I am no stronger than my sex, +Being so father'd and so husbanded? +1649 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Spirits when they please, +Can either sex assume, or both. +1650 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 423. + + +=Sexton.= + +See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, +The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle! +Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole +A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand, +Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance +By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up +But well he knew its owner, and can tell +Some passage of his life. +1651 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 452. + +His death, which happened in his berth, + At forty-odd befell: +They went and told the sexton, and + The sexton tolled the bell. +1652 +HOOD: _Faithless Sally Brown._ + + +=Shadow.= + +Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, +That I may see my shadow as I pass. +1653 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, +Meroe, Nilotic isle. +1654 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 70. + +Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, +Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. +1655 +JOHN FLETCHER: _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_ + + +=Shaft.= + +In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, +I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight +The selfsame way, with more advised watch, +To find the other forth; and by adventuring both +I oft found both. +1656 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +That eagle's fate and mine are one, + Which on the shaft that made him die +Espied a feather of his own, + Wherewith he wont to soar so high. +1657 +WALLER: _To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing._ + + +=Shakespeare.= + + Soul of the age! +Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! +My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by +Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie +A little further, to make thee room; +Thou art a monument, without a tomb, +And art alive still, while thy book doth live, +And we have wits to read, and praise to give. +1658 +BEN JONSON: _Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare._ + +There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb +The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime, +With tears and laughters for all time! +1659 +MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 101. + +Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, +Warble his native wood-notes wild. +1660 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 129. + +What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,-- +The labor of an age in piled stones? +Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid +Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? +Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, +What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? +1661 +MILTON: _On Shakespeare._ + + +=Shame.= + +O, shame! where is thy blush? +1662 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + But 'neath yon crimson tree +Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, +Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, + Her blush of maiden shame. +1663 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Autumn Woods._ + + +=Shape.= + +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves +Shall never tremble. +1664 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + The other shape, +If shape it might be call'd that shape had none +Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. +1665 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 681. + + +=Shell.= + + I have seen +A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract +Of inland ground, applying to his ear +The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, +To which, in silence hushed, his very soul +Listened intensely. +1666 +WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Shelley.= + +Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, + And did he stop and speak to you, +And did you speak to him again? + How strange it seems, and new! +1667 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Memorabilia,_ i. + + +=Sheridan.= + +Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain, +And turn to all of him which may remain, +Sighing that nature form'd but one such man, +And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan. +1668 +BYRON: _Monody on the Death of Sheridan._ + + +=Shield.= + +When Prussia hurried to the field, +And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield. +1669 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Introduction to Canto iii. + + +=Ships.= + +Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, +And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? +1670 +MARLOWE: _Faustus._ + +Like sister sails that drift at night +Together on the deep, +Seen only where they cross the light +That pathless waves must pathlike keep +From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep. +1671 +RUSKIN: _The Broken Chain,_ Pt. v., St. 25. + +She walks the waters like a thing of life, +And seems to dare the elements to strife. +1672 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 3. + +As idle as a painted ship +Upon a painted ocean. +1673 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Shipwreck.= + + O, I have suffer'd +With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, +Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, +Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock +Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd. +1674 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Again she plunges! hark! a second shock +Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock-- +Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries +The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, +In wild despair; while yet another stroke, +With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: +Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! +She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide. +1675 +FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642. + + +=Shoes.= + +I saw them go: one horse was blind, +The tails of both hung down behind, + Their shoes were on their feet. +1676 +JAMES SMITH: _Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début._ + +Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, +Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. +1677 +GAY: _Trivia,_ Bk. i., Line 33. + + +=Shore.= + +But the poor, unsightly, noisome things +Had left their beauty on the shore, +With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. +1678 +EMERSON: _Each and All._ + +There is a rapture on the lonely shore; +There is society, where none intrudes, +By the deep sea, and music in its roar. +1679 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 178. + +A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill! + Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? +Lord help 'em, how I pities them + Unhappy folks on shore now! +1680 +WILLIAM PITT: _The Sailor's Consolation._ + + +=Show.= + +Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. +1681 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8. + +With books and money plac'd for show +Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, +And for his false opinion pay. +1682 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624. + + +=Shrine.= + +What sought they thus afar? + Bright jewels of the mine, +The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? + They sought a faith's pure shrine. +1683 +HEMANS: _Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers._ + + +=Sickness.= + + This sickness doth infect +The very life-blood of our enterprise. +1684 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Sighs.= + + My story being done, +She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. +1685 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon, +Where all sighs are deposited; and now +It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone. +1686 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xvi., St. 13. + + +=Sight.= + +Visions of glory, spare my aching sight +Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! +1687 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 1. + +O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see +What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. +1688 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 15. + + +=Signs.= + +Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: +A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, +A forked mountain, or blue promontory +With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, +And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; +They are black vesper's pageants. +1689 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 12. + + +=Silence.= + +Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: +I were but little happy, if I could say how much. +1690 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Silence in love bewrays more woe +Than words, tho' ne'er so witty; +A beggar that is dumb, you know, +May challenge double pity. +1691 +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover,_ St. 6. + +Silence more musical than any song. +1692 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Rest._ + +Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, +They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, +Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; +She all night long her amorous descant sung; +Silence was pleas'd. +1693 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + +There was silence deep as death, +And the boldest held his breath +For a time. +1694 +CAMPBELL: _Battle of the Baltic._ + +There is a silence where hath been no sound, +There is a silence where no sound may be,-- +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, +Or in the wide desert where no life is found. +1695 +HOOD: _Sonnet, Silence._ + + +=Silver.= + +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, +That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. +1696 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Similarity.= + +Like will to like: each creature loves his kind, +Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind. +1697 +HERRICK: _Aph. Like Loves His Like._ + + +=Simplicity.= + +And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, +And captive good attending captive ill. +1698 +SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi. + +Rich in saving common-sense, +And, as the greatest only are. +In his simplicity sublime. +1699 +TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4. + + +=Sin.= + +Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, +Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled. +1700 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +One sin, I know, another doth provoke; +Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. +1701 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +In lashing sin, of every stroke beware, +For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare. +1702 +CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242. + +But sad as angels for the good man's sin, +Weep to record, and blush to give it in. +1703 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357. + +I waive the quantum o' the sin, + The hazard of concealing; +But, och! it hardens a' within, + And petrifies the feeling! +1704 +BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ + +Compound for sins they are inclined to, +By damning those they have no mind to. +1705 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215. + + +=Sincerity.= + +I never tempted her with word too large, +But, as a brother to his sister, show'd +Bashful sincerity and comely love. +1706 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +His nature is too noble for the world: +He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, +Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: +What his breast forges that his tongue must vent. +1707 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Singing.= + +But in his motion like an angel sings, +Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. +1708 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. +Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. +The universe's inward voices cry +"Amen" to either song of joy and woe. +Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! +1709 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._ + +I send my heart up to thee, all my heart +In this my singing! +For the stars help me, and the sea bears part. +1710 +ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._ + +I do but sing because I must, + And pipe but as the linnets sing. +1711 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6. + +Song forbids victorious deeds to die. +1712 +SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11. + + +=Singularity.= + +No two on earth in all things can agree; +All have some darling singularity. +1713 +CHURCHILL: _Apology,_ Line 402. + + +=Sister.= + + Oh, never say hereafter +But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother +When I was but your sister. +1714 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Skill.= + +How happy is he born or taught, + That serveth not another's will; +Whose armor is his honest thought, + And simple truth his utmost skill! +1715 +WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._ + + +=Skull.= + +Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, +Its chambers desolate, its portals foul; +Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall, +The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. +1716 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 6. + + +=Sky.= + +Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, +And souls are ripened in our northern sky. +1717 +MRS. BARBAULD: _The Invitation._ + +The sky is changed,--and such a change. O night +And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, +Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light +Of a dark eye in woman! +1718 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92. + + +=Slander.= + +Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, +Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, +Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; +All those against that fort did bend their batteries. +1719 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10. + + 'T is slander, +Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue +Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath +Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie +All corners of the world,--kings, queens, and states, +Maids, matrons,--nay, the secrets of the grave +This viperous slander enters. +1720 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,-- +Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. +1721 +POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Bk. viii., Line 715. + + +=Slave--Slavery.= + +Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm +With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog. +1722 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +He finds his fellow guilty of a skin +Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r +T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause +Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. +1723 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 12. + +Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. +1724 +DAVID GARRICK: _Prologue to the Gamesters._ + + Whatever day +Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. +1725 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 392. + + +=Sleep.= + + We are such stuff +As dreams are made on; and our little life +Is rounded with a sleep. +1726 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, +The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, +Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, +Chief nourisher in life's feast. +1727 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, +The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; +The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, +The impartial judge between the high and low. +1728 +SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39. + +Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! +He, like the world, his ready visit pays +Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes. +1729 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1. + +O magic sleep! O comfortable bird +That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind +Till it is hush'd and smooth! +1730 +KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456. + + Sleep hath its own world, +A boundary between the things misnamed +Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, +And a wide realm of wild reality. +1731 +BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1. + +Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, +Morn of toil, nor night of waking. +1732 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31. + +Of all the thoughts of God that are +Borne inward into souls afar, +Along the Psalmist's music deep, +Now tell me if that any is, +For gift or grace, surpassing this-- +"He giveth His beloved sleep"? +1733 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._ + + Be thy sleep +Silent as night is, and as deep. +1734 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii. + +Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-- +Let him come to thee and be thy guest. +1735 +AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._ + + +=Sloth.= + +Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, +Desirous still, but impotent to rise. +1736 +SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._ + + +=Sluggard.= + +'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, +"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." +1737 +WATTS: _The Sluggard._ + + +=Smiles.= + +One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. +1738 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +With the smile that was childlike and bland. +1739 +BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._ + + Death +Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear +His famine should be filled. +1740 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815. + +Without the smile from partial beauty won, +Oh what were man?--a world without a sun. +1741 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21. + +Even children follow'd with endearing wile, +And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. +1742 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183. + + +=Smoke.= + +I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd +Above the green elms, that a cottage was near. +1743 +MOORE: _Ballad Stanzas._ + + +=Snail.= + + The snail, whose tender horns being hit, +Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, +And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit, +Long after fearing to creep forth again. +1744 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1033. + + +=Snake.= + + We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; +She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice +Remains in danger of her former tooth. +1745 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Snow.= + +Or wallow naked in December snow +By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? +1746 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3 + +A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow; +Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow; +The creature of thought scarce likes to tread +On the delicate carpet so richly spread. +1747 +ELIZA COOK: _Snow._ + +Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, +Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, +Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air +Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven. +1748 +EMERSON: _The Snow-Storm._ + + +=Snow-Drop.= + +The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain, +Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train. +1749 +CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ Bk. i., Line 245. + + +=Snuff.= + +When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, +He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. +1750 +GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 145. + +Lady, accept the gift a hero wore + In spite of all this elegiac stuff; +Let not seven stanzas written by a bore + Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff. +1751 +BYRON: _Lines to Lady Holland._ + + +=Society.= + +Man in society is like a flower +Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone +His faculties expanded in full bloom +Shine out; there only reach their proper use. +1752 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 659. + +Society became my glittering bride, +And airy hopes my children. +1753 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii. + + +=Soldier.= + + A soldier; +Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, +Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, +Seeking the bubble reputation +Even in the cannon's mouth. +1754 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + And but for these vile guns, +He would himself have been a soldier. +1755 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, +Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; +Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. +1756 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 155. + +How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, +Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? +1757 +MOORE: _To Thomas Hume._ + + +=Solitude.= + +Solitude sometimes is best society, +And short retirement urges sweet return. +1758 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 249. + +O solitude! where are the charms +That sages have seen in thy face? +Better dwell in the midst of alarms, +Than reign in this horrible place. +1759 +COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,_ St. 1. + +Man dwells apart, though not alone, +He walks among his peers unread; +The best of thoughts which he hath known, +For lack of listeners are not said. +1760 +JEAN INGELOW: _Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought._ + +It was a wild and lonely ride. + Save the hid loon's mocking cry, +Or marmot on the mountain side, + The earth was silent as the sky. +1761 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Long Trail._ + + +=Son.= + +Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, +No son of mine succeeding. +1762 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +The booby father craves a booby son, +And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. +1763 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 165. + + +=Song.= + +And heaven had wanted one immortal song. +1764 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 197. + +That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, +But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song. +1765 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 340. + +For dear to gods and men is sacred song. +Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, +The genuine seeds of poesy are sown. +1766 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxii., Line 382. + + +=Sonnet.= + +Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, +Mindless of its just honors; with this key +Shakespeare unlocked his heart. +1767 +WORDSWORTH: _Scorn not the Sonnet._ + + +=Sorrow.= + +Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak +Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. +1768 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, +That may succeed as his inheritor. +1769 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow. +1770 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._ + + This is truth the poet sings, +That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. +1771 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 38. + + +=Soul.= + +But whither went his soul, let such relate +Who search the secrets of the future state. +1772 +DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 2120. + +It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate +To shape the outward to its own estate. +1773 +R.H. DANA: _Thoughts on the Soul._ + + The gods approve +The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. +1774 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Sound.= + +'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- +The sound must seem an echo to the sense. +1775 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 162. + + +=Spain.= + +Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, +Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! +1776 +MRS. HEMANS: _Abencerrage,_ Canto ii., Line 1. + + +=Spear.= + +His spear, to equal which the tallest pine +Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast +Of some great ammiral were but a wand. +1777 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 292. + + +=Speech.= + + Rude am I in my speech +And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace. +1778 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Speech is but broken light upon the depth +Of the unspoken; even your loved words +Float in the larger meaning of your voice +As something dimmer. +1779 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 1. + + +=Spenser.= + +Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, +The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; +Who, like a copious river, poured his song +O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground. +1780 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1574. + + +=Spires.= + +Ye swelling hills and spacious plains! +Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers, +And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." +1781 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. vi., Line 17. + + +=Spirits.= + +I can call spirits from the vasty deep. +Why, so can I; or so can any man: +But will they come, when you do call for them? +1782 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth +Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. +1783 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 677. + + +=Splendor.= + +Though nothing can bring back the hour +Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower. +1784 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 10. + + +=Sport.= + + Thick around +Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun +And dog, impatient bounding at the shot, +Worse than the season desolate the fields. +1785 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 788. + + +=Spring.= + +In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; +In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. +1786 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 19. + +Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come; +And from the bosom of your dropping cloud, +While music wakes around, veiled in a shower +Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. +1787 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1. + +"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"-- +Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason, +How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum? +There 's no such season. +1788 +HOOD: _Spring._ + + +=Stage.= + + All the world's a stage, +And all the men and women merely players, +They have their exits and their entrances; +And one man in his time plays many parts, +His acts being seven ages. +1789 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Stars.= + +Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. +1790 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +The stars of the night +Will lend thee their light, +Like tapers clear without number! +1791 +HERRICK: _Aph. Night Piece, To Julia._ + +Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven, +If in your bright leaves we would read the fate +Of men and empires,--'t is to be forgiven, +That in our aspirations to be great, +Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, +And claim a kindred with you. +1792 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 88. + + Now only here and there a little star +Looks forth alone. +1793 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Constellations._ + + +=State.= + +A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: +An hour may lay it in the dust. +1794 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 84. + + +=Statesman.= + + An honest statesman to a prince, +Is like a cedar planted by a spring; +The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree +Rewards it with his shadow. +1795 +WEBSTER: _Duchess of Malfi,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Steed.= + +Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan! +Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man! +And when their statues are placed on high, +Under the dome of the Union sky,-- +The American soldier's Temple of Fame,-- +There with the glorious General's name +Be it said in letters both bold and bright: +"Here is the steed that saved the day +By carrying Sheridan into the fight, +From Winchester,--twenty miles away!" +1796 +THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: _Sheridan's Ride._ + + +=Stones.= + + Put a tongue +In every wound of Cćsar that should move +The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. +1797 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Storms.= + + We often see, against some storm, +A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, +The bold winds speechless, and the orb below +As hush as death. +1798 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +God moves in a mysterious way + His wonders to perform; +He plants his footsteps in the sea + And rides upon the storm. +1799 +COWPER: _Light Shining out of Darkness._ + +Nail to the mast her holy flag, + Set every threadbare sail, +And give her to the god of storms, + The lightning and the gale! +1800 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Old Ironsides._ + + +=Story.= + +Her father loved me; oft invited me; +Still question'd me the story of my life, +From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune, +That I have passed. +1801 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + She thank'd me, +And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, +I should but teach him how to tell my story, +And that would woo her. +1802 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Strangers.= + +By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, +By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, +By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, +By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd. +1803 +POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,_ Line 51. + + +=Streets.= + +The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead +Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. +1804 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Strength.= + + O, it is excellent +To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous +To use it like a giant. +1805 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + To be strong +Is to be happy! +1806 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Strife.= + +No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,-- +The past unsighed for, and the future sure. +1807 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Striving.= + +How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; +Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. +1808 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Study.= + +Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, +That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; +Small have continual plodders ever won, +Save base authority from others' books. +1809 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +If not to some peculiar end design'd +Study 's the specious trifling of the mind, +Or is at best a secondary aim, +A chase for sport alone, and not for game. +1810 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 67. + + +=Style.= + +The lives of trees lie only in the barks, +And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks. +1811 +BUTLER: _Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,_ Line 211. + + +=Success.= + +Didst thou never hear +That things ill got had ever bad success? +1812 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Life lives only in success. +1813 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Amran's Wooing,_ St. 5. + +'Tis not in mortals to command success; +But we'll do more, Sempronius--we'll deserve it. +1814 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Suffering.= + +Yet tears to human suffering are due; +And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown +Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. +1815 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Suicide.= + +Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life +Cuts off so many years of fearing death. +1816 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + --He +That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it; +And at the best shows but a bastard valor. +1817 +MASSINGER: _Maid of Honor,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Summer.= + +Eternal summer gilds them yet, +But all except their sun is set. +1818 +Byron: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1. + + It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk +The dew that lay upon the morning grass; +There is no rustling in the lofty elm +That canopies my dwelling, and its shade +Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint +And interrupted murmur of the bee, +Settling on the sick flowers, and then again +Instantly on the wing. +1819 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Summer Wind._ + + +=Sun.= + + The glorious sun, +Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; +Turning, with splendor of his precious eye, +The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold. +1820 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Busy old fool, unruly sun, +Why dost thou thus, +Through windows and through curtains call on us? +1821 +JOHN DONNE: _The Sun-Rising._ + + My own hope is, a sun will pierce +The thickest cloud earth ever stretched. +1822 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Apparent Failure,_ vii. + + +=Sunflower.= + +Light enchanted sunflower, thou +Who gazest ever true and tender +On the sun's revolving splendor! + * * * * * +Restless sunflowers, cease to move. +1823 +SHELLEY: _Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,_ Sc. 3. + +The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, +But as truly loves on to the close, +As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets +The same look which she turn'd when he rose. +1824 +MOORE: _Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms._ + +Miles and miles of gold and green +Where the sunflowers blow +In a solid glow. +1825 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Lovers' Quarrel,_ St. 6. + +Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair, +Ray round with flames her disk of seed. +1826 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ci., St. 2. + + +=Sunrise.= + +When from the opening chambers of the east +The morning springs in thousand liveries drest, +The early larks their morning tribute pay, +And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day. +1827 +THOMSON: _The Morning in the Country._ + +'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps +The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand, +Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light. +Like to a king that has regain'd his throne, +He warms his drooping subjects into joy, +That rise rejoiced to do him fealty, +And rules with pomp the universal world. +1828 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Sunset.= + +The weary sun hath made a golden set, +And, by the bright track of his fiery car, +Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. +1829 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day. +1830 +JULIA C.R. DORR: _Margery Grey,_ St. 24. + + The descending sun +Seems to caress the city that he loves, +And crowns it with the aureole of a saint. +1831 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 2. + + The sun is going down, +And I must see the glory from the hill. +1832 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Agatha._ + + +=Sunshine.= + +See the gold sunshine patching, +And streaming and streaking across +The gray-green oaks; and catching, +By its soft brown beard, the moss. +1833 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._ + +As sunshine broken in the rill, +Though turned astray, is sunshine still. +1834 +MOORE: _The Fire-Worshippers._ + + +=Surfeit.= + +As surfeit is the father of much fast, +So every scope, by the immoderate use, +Turns to restraint. +1835 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Surprise.= + +The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes +And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. +1836 +DRYDEN: _Cymon and Iphigenia,_ Line 41. + + +=Suspense.= + +For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain +A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain. +1837 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 249. + + +=Suspicion.= + +Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; +The thief doth fear each bush an officer. +1838 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 6. + + +=Swallow.= + +When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, +Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play +The swallow-people; and tossed wide around +O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, +The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once, +Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire. +1839 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 836. + + +=Swans.= + + The swan, with arched neck +Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows +Her state with oary feet. +1840 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 438. + + +=Swearing.= + +And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two +And sleeps again. +1841 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain; +It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse. +1842 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 10. + + +=Sweetness.= + +Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. +1843 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Married to immortal verse, +Such as the meeting soul may pierce, +In notes with many a winding bout +Of linked sweetness long drawn out. +1844 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 135. + + +=Swiftness.= + +I go, I go; look how I go; +Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. +1845 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +His golden locks time hath to silver turned; + O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! +1846 +GEORGE PEELE: _Sonnet, Polyhymnia._ + + +=Swimming.= + + How many a time have I +Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, +The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke +Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, +And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, +Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er +The waves as they arose, and prouder still +The loftier they uplifted me. +1847 +BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Sword.= + + Full bravely hast thou fleshed +Thy maiden sword. +1848 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Chase brave employment with a naked sword +Throughout the world. +1849 +HERBERT: _The Church Porch._ + + +=Sympathy.= + +Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face, +A world of earthly blessings to my soul, +If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. +1850 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +There's nought in this bad world like sympathy: +'Tis so becoming to the soul and face-- +Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, +And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. +1851 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 47. + + +=Synods.= + +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, +Where elders, deputies, church-wardens, +And other members of the court, +Manage the Babylonish sport. +1852 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095. + + + + +==T.== + + +=Tale.= + +Who so shall telle a tale after a man, +He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, +Everich word, if it be in his charge, +All speke he never so rudely and so large. +1853 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 733. + + But that I am forbid +To tell the secrets of my prison-house, +I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word +Would harrow up thy soul. +1854 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver +Of my whole course of love. +1855 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Meet me by moonlight alone, + And then I will tell you a tale +Must be told by the moonlight alone, + In the grove at the end of the vale! +1856 +J.A. WADE: _Meet Me by Moonlight._ + + +=Talk.= + + We will not stand to prate; +Talkers are no good doers; be assured +We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. +1857 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +But still his tongue ran on, the less +Of weight it bore, with greater ease +And with its everlasting clack, +Set all men's ears upon the rack. +1858 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443. + +They always talk who never think. +1859 +PRIOR: _Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana._ + +Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, +And men talk only to conceal the mind. +1860 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 207. + +It would talk,-- +Lord! how it talked! +1861 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Scornful Lady,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Tasso.= + +Tasso is their glory and their shame. +Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell! +And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame, +And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell. +1862 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 36. + + +=Taste.= + +Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find +Two of a face as soon as of a mind. +1863 +POPE: Satire vi., Line 268. + +Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, +Be it in music, painting, or in song: +But this, as well as other faculties, +Improves with age and ripens by degrees. +1864 +ARMSTRONG: _Taste,_ Line 26 + +Such and so various are the tastes of men. +1865 +AKENSIDE: _Pl. of the Imagination,_ Bk. iii., Line 567. + + +=Taxation.= + +By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, +And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring +From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, +By any indirection. +1866 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails; +And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails. +1867 +CONGREVE: _Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,_ Line 17. + + +=Tea.= + +For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, +Nor take her tea without a stratagem. +1868 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 190. + + +=Teaching.= + + I have labored, +And with no little study, that my teaching +And the strong course of my authority +Might go one way. +1869 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Tears.= + + The big round tears +Cours'd one another down his innocent nose +In piteous chase. +1870 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Then fresh tears +Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew +Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. +1871 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Our present tears here, not our present laughter, +Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter. +1872 +HERRICK: _Noble Numbers, Tears._ + +Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn, +Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. +1873 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 619. + +A child will weep a bramble's smart, +A maid to see her sparrow part, +A stripling for a woman's heart: +But woe awaits a country, when +She sees the tears of bearded men. +1874 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto v., St. 16. + +To me the meanest flower that blows can give +Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. +1875 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._ + +Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, +Tears from the depth of some divine despair +Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, +In looking on the happy Autumn fields, +And thinking of the days that are no more. +1876 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 21. + +Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. +1877 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 180. + +Under the sod and the dew, + Waiting the judgment day; +Love and tears for the Blue, + Tears and love for the Gray. +1878 +FRANCIS M. FINCH: _The Blue and the Gray._ + + +=Temper.= + + Ye gods, it doth amaze me +A man of such a feeble temper should +So get the start of the majestic world +And bear the palm alone. +1879 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Temperance.= + +Temp'rate in every place,--abroad, at home. +Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; +And health from either--he in time prepares +For sickness, age, and their attendant cares. +1880 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xvii., Line 198. + + +=Tempests.= + + The southern wind +Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; +And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, +Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. +1881 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine +The surging waters like a mountaine rise, +And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine, +To swell above the measure of his guise, +As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise. +1882 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21. + +From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage; +Till, in the furious elemental war +Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass, +Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours. +1883 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 799. + + The sky +Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder, +In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show +In forked flashes a commanding tempest. +1884 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Temptation.= + +Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, +The instruments of darkness tell us truths; +Win us with honest trifles, to betray us +In deepest consequence. +1885 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +'Tis the temptation of the devil +That makes all human actions evil; +For saints may do the same things by +The spirit, in sincerity, +Which other men are tempted to, +And at the devil's instance do: +And yet the actions be contrary, +Just as the saints and wicked vary. +1886 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233. + +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, + She lives whom we call dead. +1887 +LONGFELLOW: _Resignation_ + + +=Tenderness.= + +Higher than the perfect song +For which love longeth, +Is the tender fear of wrong, +That never wrongeth. +1888 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ Pt. v. + + +=Tents.= + +Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, + And as silently steal away. +1889 +LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._ + + +=Terror.= + +There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. +1890 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Test.= + + Bring me to the test, +And I the matter will re-word. +1891 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Text.= + +And many a holy text around she strews, + That teach the rustic moralist to die. +1892 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 21. + + +=Thankfulness.= + +The poorest service is repaid with thanks. +1893 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + Thanks to men +Of noble minds, is honorable meed. +1894 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Theatre.= + +As in a theatre, the eyes of men, +After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, +Are idly bent on him that enters next, +Thinking his prattle to be tedious. +1895 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Thief.= + +The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. +1896 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Thirst.= + +That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath +Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, +In vain impels the burning mouth to crave +One drop--the last--to cool it for the grave. +1897 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 16. + + +=Thorn.= + +Why are we fond of toil and care? +Why choose the rankling thorn to wear? +1898 +J.M. USTERI: _Life let us Cherish._ + + +=Thought.= + +Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. +1899 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Thought alone is eternal. +1900 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16. + + No thought which ever stirred +A human breast should be untold. +1901 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2. + + Thought leapt out to wed with Thought +Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. +1902 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxiii., St. 4. + +Thought is deeper than all speech, + Feeling deeper than all thought; +Souls to souls can never teach + What unto themselves was taught. +1903 +CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: _Stanzas._ + + +=Thread.= + +Sewing at once a double thread, + A shroud as well as a shirt. +1904 +HOOD: _Song of the Shirt._ + + +=Threats.= + +If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, +And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till +Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. +1905 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + Back to thy punishment, +False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings, +Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue +Thy ling'ring. +1906 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 699. + + +=Thrift.= + +Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats +Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. +1907 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Throne.= + +High on a throne of royal state, which far +Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind. +1908 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Thunder.= + +And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, +Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. +1909 +DRYDEN: _Annus Mirabilis,_ St. 39. + + Far along, +From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, +Leaps the live thunder. +1910 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92. + + +=Tide.= + +Even at the turning o' the tide. +1911 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +There is a tide in the affairs of men +Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. +1912 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Time.= + +I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. +1913 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, + Old time is still a-flying; +And this same flower that smiles to-day, + To-morrow will be dying. +1914 +HERRICK: _To Virgins to Make Much of Time._ + +Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last! +Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth-- +Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth-- +And motionless forever stands the PAST. +1915 +SCHILLER: _Sentences of Confucius, Time._ + + +=Tithes.= + +This priest he merry is and blithe + Three quarters of a year, +But oh! it cuts him like a scythe, + When tithing-time draws near. +1916 +COWPER: _Yearly Distress,_ St. 2. + + +=Titles.= + +We all are soldiers, and all venture lives; +And where there is no difference in men's worth, +Titles are jests. +1917 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King or No King,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Titles are marks of honest men and wise; +The fool or knave that wears a title, lies. +1918 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 137. + + +=Toad.= + +Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. +1919 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 800. + + +=Tobacco.= + +Sublime tobacco! which from east to west +Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest. +1920 +BYRON: _The Island,_ Canto ii., St. 19. + + +=To-day.= + +Happy the man and happy he alone, +He who can call to-day his own. +1921 +DRYDEN: _Im. of Horace,_ Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65. + +Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; +And in one little word, our life, what is it but--To-day? +1922 +TUPPER: _Proverbial Phil. of To-day_ + + +=Toil.= + +No man is born into the world whose work +Is not born with him. There is always work, +And tools to work withal, for those who will; +And blessed are the horny hands of toil. +1923 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _A Glance Behind the Curtain._ + + +_Tomb._ + +E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, + E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. +1924 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 23. + + +=To-morrow.= + +To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, +Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, +To the last syllable of recorded time; +And all our yesterdays have lighted fools +The way to dusty death. +1925 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, +To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise. +1926 +CONGREVE: _Letter to Cobham._ + +To-morrow comes and we are where? +Then let us live to-day. +1927 +SCHILLER: _The Victory Feast,_ St. 13. + +Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? +Whom young and old, and strong and weak, +Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, +Thy sweet smiles we ever seek-- +In thy place--ah! well-a-day! +We find the thing we fled--To-day. +1928 +SHELLEY: _To-morrow._ + + +=Tongue.= + +While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. +1929 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee +Where thrift may follow fawning. +1930 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Sacred interpreter of human thought, +How few respect or use thee as they ought! +But all shall give account of every wrong, +Who dare dishonor or defile the tongue. +1931 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 23. + + +=Tools.= + +For all a rhetorician's rules +Teach nothing but to name his tools. +1932 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 89. + + +=Toothache.= + +There was never yet philosopher +That could endure the toothache patiently. +1933 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Torrent.= + +So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar +But bind him to his native mountains more. +1934 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 217. + + +=Torture.= + +The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, +And boil in endless torture. +1935 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 69. + + +=Towers.= + +Towers and battlements it sees +Bosom'd high in tufted trees. +1936 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 75. + + +=Town.= + +God made the country, and man made the town. +1937 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk i., Line 749. + + +=Toys.= + +Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, +And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. +1938 +AKENSIDE: _Virtuoso,_ St. 10. + + +=Trade.= + +But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train +Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain; +Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, +Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose. +1939 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 63. + +Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. +1940 +DR. JOHNSON: _Line added to Goldsmith's Des. Village._ + + +=Tranquillity.= + +Like ships that have gone down at sea +When heaven was all tranquillity. +1941 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Light of the Harem._ + + +=Traveller--Travelling.= + +Now spurs the lated traveller apace +To gain the timely inn. +1942 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +When I was at home, I was in a better place; +But travellers must be content. +1943 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + In travelling +I shape myself betimes to idleness +And take fools' pleasures.... +1944 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. i. + + +=Treason.= + +Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, +Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. +1945 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + So Judas kiss'd his master, +And cried--All hail! when as he meant--all harm. +1946 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 7. + +Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? +Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason. +1947 +SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: _Epigrams,_ Bk. iv., Epigram 5. + +Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried; +Successful crimes alone are justified. +1948 +DRYDEN: _Medals,_ Line 207. + + +=Treasure.= + + The unsunn'd heaps +Of miser's treasure. +1949 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 398. + + +=Trees.= + +Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun +Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look +On a departing lover--most serene. +1950 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Pauline,_ Line 726. + +The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned +To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, +And spread the roof above them. +1951 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Forest Hymn._ + +Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, +Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, +Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, +Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. +1952 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _The Timber._ + +A brotherhood of venerable trees. +1953 +WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet composed at ---- Castle._ + + +=Trial.= + +We learn through trial. +1954 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Attainment,_ St. 7. + + +=Trifles.= + +Since trifles make the sum of human things, +And half our misery from our foibles springs. +1955 +HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility._ + +Think nought a trifle, though it small appear; +Small sands the mountain, moments make the year; +And trifles life. +1956 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 193. + + +=Triumph.= + +Why comes temptation, but for man to meet +And master, and make crouch beneath his foot, +And so be pedestaled in triumph? +1957 +ROBERT BROWNING: _The Ring and the Book,_ Line 1185. + + +=Trouble.= + +Double, double toil and trouble, +Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. +1958 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + To be, or not to be: that is the question: +Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer +The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, +Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, +And by opposing end them. +1959 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Truth.= + +Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. +1960 +CHAUCER: _The Frankeleines Tale,_ Line 11789. + +O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. +1961 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Truth crushed to earth shall rise again: +The eternal years of God are hers. +1962 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Battle-field._ + +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; +A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. +1963 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13. + +Truth has such a face and such a mien, +As to be lov'd, needs only to be seen. +1964 +DRYDEN: _Hind and Panther,_ Pt. i., Line 33. + +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, +And all are slaves beside. +1965 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 133. + + Truth is one; +And, in all lands beneath the sun, +Whoso hath eyes to see may see +The tokens of its unity. +1966 +WHITTIER: _Miriam._ + +Truth is truth howe'er it strike. +1967 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 198. + +I love truth: truth's no cleaner thing than love. +1968 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. iii., Line 735. + +Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all +Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. +1969 +KEATS: _Ode on a Grecian Urn._ + +Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne. +1970 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis,_ St. 8. + + +=Tulips.= + +Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays +Her idle freaks; from family diffused +To family, as flies the father-dust, +The varied colors run; and while they break +On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks, +With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. +1971 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 539. + + +=Tune.= + +Strange that a harp of thousand strings +Should keep in tune so long! +1972 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 19. + + +=Turf.= + +Green be the turf above thee, + Friend of my better days! +1973 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _On Joseph Rodman Drake._ + + +=Turk.= + +Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, +Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. +1974 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 197. + + +=Twilight.= + +Now came still evening on, and twilight gray +Had in her sober livery all things clad. +1975 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + + Peacefully +The quiet stars came out, one after one; +The holy twilight fell upon the sea, +The summer day was done. +1976 +CELIA THAXTER: _A Summer Day,_ St. 15 + + +=Tyranny.= + +'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. +1977 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known-- +Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. +1978 +HERRICK: _Aph. Kings and Tyrants._ + +Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that +Of blood and chains? +1979 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + + + +==U.== + + +=Uncertainty.= + +Oh, how this spring of love resembleth +The uncertain glory of an April day! +1980 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Unity.= + +Two souls with but a single thought, +Two hearts that beat as one. +1981 +MARIA WHITE LOWELL: _Ingomar the Barbarian,_ Act ii. + + +=Unkindness.= + +This was the most unkindest cut of all. +1982 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Use.= + + These things are beyond all use, +And I do fear them. +1983 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Cćsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + + + +==V.== + + +=Vacuity.= + +He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, +And whistled as he went, for want of thought. +1984 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 84. + + +=Valentine.= + +Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, +Birds choose their mates, and couple too, this day; +But by their flight I never can divine +When I shall couple with my Valentine. +1985 +HERRICK: _Aph. To His Valentine._ + + +=Valor.= + +Fear to do base unworthy things is valor; +If they be done to us, to suffer them, +Is valor too. +1986 +BEN JONSON: _New Inn,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Vanity.= + +Light vanity, insatiate cormorant +Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. +1987 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +What dotage will not Vanity maintain? +What web too weak to catch a modern brain? +1988 +COWPER: _Expostulation,_ Line 630. + + +=Vapor.= + +A wing vapor melting in a tear. +1989 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xix., Line 143. + + +=Variety.= + +Variety's the very spice of life, +That gives it all its flavor. +1990 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 606. + + +=Vault.= + + Heaven's ebon vault +Studded with stars unutterably bright. +1991 +SHELLEY: _Queen Mab._ + + +=Vengeance.= + +In high vengeance there is noble scorn. +1992 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Venice.= + +I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, +A palace and a prison on each hand. +1993 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 1. + +In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more, +And silent rows the songless gondolier. +1994 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 3. + + +=Venus.= + +Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, +And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. +1995 +POPE: _Wife of Bath, Her Prologue,_ Line 369. + + +=Verse.= + +Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time +Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme. +1996 +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76. + +Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; +She feels no biting pang the while she sings. +1997 +RICHARD GIFFORD: _Contemplation._ + + +=Vice.= + +There is no vice so simple, but assumes +Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. +1998 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, +And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. +1999 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 760. + +Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, +As to be hated needs but to be seen; +Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, +We first endure, then pity, then embrace. +2000 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 217. + + +=Victory.= + +Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, +And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. +2001 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +"But what good came of it at last?" +Quoth little Peterkin. +"Why, that I cannot tell," said he; +"But 'twas a famous victory." +2002 +ROBERT SOUTHEY: _Battle of Blenheim._ + + +=Village.= + +Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. +2003 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._ + + Suburban villas, highway-side retreats, +That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets, +Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze +With all a July sun's collected rays, +Delight the citizen, who gasping there, +Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air. +2004 +COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 481. + + +=Villain.= + +Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; +That when I note another man like him +I may avoid him. +2005 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Vine.= + +Come, thou monarch of the vine, +Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! +2006 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Violet.= + +A violet by a mossy stone + Half hidden from the eye; +Fair as a star, when only one + Is shining in the sky. +2007 +WORDSWORTH: _She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways._ + +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, +Live within the sense they quicken. +2008 +SHELLEY: _Music, When Soft Voices Die._ + +What thought is folded in thy leaves! +What tender thought, what speechless pain! +I hold thy faded lips to mine, +Thou darling of the April rain! +2009 +THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: _The Faded Violet._ + + +=Virtue.= + +Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; +Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues +Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike +As if we had them not. +2010 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues +We write in water. +2011 +SHAKS.: _Henry III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Assume a virtue if you have it not. +2012 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt; +Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd; +Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, +Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. +2013 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 589. + +Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed, +What then? Is the reward of virtue bread? +2014 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 149. + + +=Vision.= + +And in clear dream and solemn vision +Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear. +2015 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453. + + +=Voice.= + + Her voice was ever soft, +Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. +2016 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Vows.= + +Unheedful vows may needfully be broken. +2017 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 6. + +It is the hour when lovers' vows + Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. +2018 +BYRON: _Parisina,_ St. 1. + + + + +==W.== + + +=Wagers.= + +Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers +Say fools for arguments use wagers. +2019 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297. + + +=Walks.= + + A pillar'd shade +High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. +2020 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 1106. + +Whene'er I take my walks abroad, + How many poor I see! +2021 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song iv. + + +=War.= + + O war, thou son of hell, +Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister, +Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part +Hot coals of vengeance!--Let no soldier fly; +He that is truly delicate to war +Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself. +2022 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front. +2023 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, +Kings would not play at. +2024 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 186. + +War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!" +2025 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 86. + +War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, +Sweet is the smell of powder. +2026 +LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish,_ Pt. iv., Line 135. + + +=Warning.= + +Men that stumble at the threshold, +Are well foretold that danger lurks within. +2027 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + + +=Warrior.= + +But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, + With his martial cloak around him. +2028 +CHARLES WOLFE: _Burial of Sir John Moore._ + + +=Washington.= + +Washington's a watchword such as ne'er +Shall sink while there's an echo left to air. +2029 +BYRON: _Age of Bronze,_ St. 5. + + +=Water.= + +Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. +2030 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Till taught by pain, +Men really know not what good water's worth: +If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, +Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth, +Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, +You'd wish yourself where truth is--in a well. +2031 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 84. + + +=Wave.= + +So gently shuts the eye of day; + So dies a wave along the shore. +2032 +MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._ + +A life on the ocean wave! + A home on the rolling deep, +Where the scattered waters rave, + And the winds their revels keep! +2033 +EPES SARGENT: _Life On the Ocean Wave._ + + +=Way.= + +Like one that had been led astray +Through the heav'n's wide, pathless way. +2034 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 65. + + +=Weakness.= + + If weakness may excuse, +What murderer, what traitor, parricide, +Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? +All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, +With God or man will gain thee no remission. +2035 +MILTON: _Sam. Agonistes,_ Line 831. + + +=Wealth.= + + If thou art rich, thou art poor; +For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, +Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, +And death unloads thee. +2036 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +To purchase heaven, has gold the power? +Can gold remove the mortal hour? +In life, can love be bought with gold? +Are friendship's pleasures to be sold? +2037 +DR. JOHNSON: _To a Friend._ + + +=Weeds.= + + Have hung +My dank and dropping weeds +To the stern god of sea. +2038 +MILTON: _Tr. of Horace,_ Bk. i., Ode 5. + + +=Welcome.= + +So, you are very welcome to our house. +It must appear in other ways than words, +Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy. +2039 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, +And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome. +2040 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Wheel.= + +I wandered by the brookside, + I wandered by the mill; +I could not hear the brook flow, + The noisy wheel was still. +2041 +RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: _The Brookside._ + + +=Wickedness.= + +There is a method in man's wickedness,-- +It grows up by degrees. +2042 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _A King and No King,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Widows.= + +May widows wed as often as they can, +And ever for the better change their man; +And some devouring plague pursue their lives, +Who will not well be govern'd by their wives. +2043 +DRYDEN: _Wife of Bath,_ Line 543. + + +=Wife.= + + She is mine own: +And I as rich in having such a jewel, +As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, +The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. +2044 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, +Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. +2045 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, +Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, +Who guards her, or with her the worst endures. +2046 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 267. + +She is a bonnie wee thing, +This sweet wee wife o' mine. +2047 +BURNS: _My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing._ + +The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life +Is the unclouded welcome of a wife. +2048 +N.P. WILLIS: _Lady Jane,_ Canto ii., St. 11. + + +=Wilderness.= + +Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, +Some boundless contiguity of shade. +2049 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Will.= + +A weapon that comes down as still + As snowflakes fall upon the sod; +But executes a freeman's will, + As lightning does the will of God. +2050 +JOHN PIERPONT: _A Word from a Petitioner._ + + +=Willow.= + +A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree; + Oh, willow, willow, willow! +With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, + Oh, willow, willow, willow! +2051 +THOMAS PERCY: _Willow, Willow, Willow._ + + +=Wind.= + +What wind blew you hither, Pistol? +Not the ill wind which blows none to good. +2052 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes +The doors and window-blinds and makes +Mysterious moanings in the halls; +The convent-chimneys seem almost +The trumpets of some heavenly host, +Setting its watch upon our walls! +2053 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Abbot Joachim._ + +A gentle wind of western birth, +From some far summer sea, +Wakes daisies in the wintry earth. +2054 +GEORGE MACDONALD: _Songs of the Spring Days._ + +A melancholy sound is in the air, +A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail +Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night. +2055 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Rain Dream._ + + +=Windows.= + +Rich windows that exclude the light, + And passages that lead to nothing. +2056 +GRAY: _A Long Story._ + + +=Wine.= + +Wine makes Love forget its care, +And mirth exalts a feast. +2057 +PARNELL: _Anacreontic, "Gay Bacchus, etc.",_ St. 2. + +And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, +Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. +2058 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xiv., Line 520. + + +=Wing.= + +This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing +To waft me from distraction. +2059 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 85. + +How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, +The morne not waking til she sings. +2060 +JOHN LYLY: _Cupid and Campaspe,_ Act v., Sc. 1 + + +=Winter.= + +Now is the winter of our discontent +Made glorious summer by this sun of York. +2061 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, +Sullen and sad, with all his rising train, +Vapors, and clouds, and storms. +2062 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 1. + +But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts +Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; +Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods +All flushed with many hues. +2063 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._ + +No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, +But winter lingering chills the lap of May. +2064 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 171. + +In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane +The redbreast looks in vain + For hips and haws, +Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane + The silver pencil of the winter draws. +2065 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Winter._ + + +=Wisdom.= + +Wisdom and fortune combating together, +If that the former dare but what it can, +No chance may shake it. +2066 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iii., Sc. 11. + + What is it to be wise? +'Tis but to know how little can be known; +To see all others' faults, and feel your own. +2067 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 260. + + The stream from Wisdom's well, +Which God supplies, is inexhaustible. +2068 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Wisdom of All._ + + And Wisdom's self +Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude. +2069 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 373. + + +=Wishes.= + +Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. +2070 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines. +2071 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 662. + + +=Wit--Wits.= + +I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, +That hath but one hole for to sterten to. +2072 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,_ Line 6154. + +Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking +Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer. +2073 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 41. + +Great wits are sure to madness near allied, +And thin partitions do their bounds divide. +2074 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 163. + +Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain, +Treat those of common parts with proud disdain. +2075 +CRABBE: _Patron,_ Line 229. + +Though I am young, I scorn to flit +On the wings of borrowed wit. +2076 +GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Hunting._ + + +=Witches.= + + Midnight hags, +By force of potent spells, of bloody characters, +And conjurations, horrible to hear, +Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep, +And set the ministers of hell at work. +2077 +ROWE: _Jane Shore,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Woe.= + +But I have that within which passeth show; +These but the trappings and the suits of woe. +2078 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; +They love a train, they tread each other's heel. +2079 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iii., Line 63. + +Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure +Thrill the deepest notes of woe. +2080 +BURNS: _Sweet Sensibility._ + + +=Wolf.= + +He's the symbol of hunger the whole earth through, +His spectre sits at the door or cave, +And the homeless hear with a thrill of fear +The sound of his wind-swept voice on the air. +2081 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Gaunt Gray Wolf._ + + +=Woman.= + +Women are as roses; whose fair flower, +Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. +2082 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Honor to women! to them it is given +To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven. +2083 +SCHILLER: _Honor to Women._ + + Nothing lovelier can be found +In woman, than to study household good, +And good works in her husband to promote. +2084 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 232. + +O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee +To temper man; we had been brutes without you. +2085 +OTWAY: _Venice Preserved,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Where is the man who has the power and skill +To stem the torrent of a woman's will? +For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; +And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't. +2086 +_Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the + Dane John Field, Canterbury._ [_Examiner_: May 31, 1829.] + +And yet believe me, good as well as ill, +Woman's at best a contradiction still. +Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can +Its last best work, but forms a softer man. +2087 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 269. + +Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. +2088 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Irene._ + +And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify +A woman; so she's good, what does it signify? +2089 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 57. + +Oh, woman! in our hours of ease, +Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, +And variable as the shade +By the light quivering aspen made; +When pain and anguish wring the brow, +A ministering angel thou! +2090 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 30. + +The woman that deliberates is lost. +2091 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +A woman mixed of such fine elements +That were all virtue and religion dead +She'd make them newly, being what she was. +2092 +GEORGE ELIOT: _The Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii. + +Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen, +We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen. +2093 +RUDYARD KIPLING: _An Imperial Rescript._ + + +=Wonder.= + +A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour! +2094 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2. + + +=Woodland.= + +Yon woodland, like a human mind, + Has many a phase of dark and light; +Now dim with shadows wandering blind, + Now radiant with fair shapes of light. +2095 +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: _The Woodland._ + + +=Woodman.= + +Woodman, spare that tree! + Touch not a single bough! +In youth it sheltered me, + And I'll protect it now. +2096 +GEORGE P. MORRIS: _Woodman, Spare that Tree._ + + +=Woods.= + + Fresh gales and gentle airs +Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings +Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub. +2097 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 508. + + +=Words.= + + 'Tis well said again, +And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well: +And yet words are no deeds. +2098 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: +Words without thoughts, never to heaven go. +2099 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + Apt words have power to 'suage +The tumors of a troubled mind; +And are as balm to fester'd wounds. +2100 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 184. + +Our words have wings, but fly not where we would. +2101 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +Words, however, are things. +2102 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6. + + +=Wordsworth.= + +Time may restore us in his course +Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force; +But where will Europe's latter hour +Again find Wordsworth's healing power? +2103 +MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Memorial Verses._ + + +=Work.= + + Free men freely work: +Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease. +2104 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. viii., Line 752. + +Men must work, and women must weep. +2105 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Three Fishers._ + + +=World.= + +Why, then, the world's mine oyster, +Which I with sword will open. +2106 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +You have too much respect upon the world: +They lose it that do buy it with much care. +2107 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Fast by hanging in a golden chain, +This pendent world, in bigness as a star. +2108 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1051. + +This world is all a fleeting show, +For man's illusion given; +The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, +Deceitful shine, deceitful flow-- +There 's nothing true but Heaven. +2109 +MOORE: _This World is all a Fleeting Show._ + +I have not loved the world, nor the world me. +2110 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 113. + + +=Worm.= + +The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. +2111 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Worship.= + +There may be worship without words. +2112 +LONGFELLOW: _My Cathedral._ + + +=Worth.= + +Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; +The rest is all but leather or prunella. +2113 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 203. + + +=Wounds.= + +Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. +2114 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike. +2115 +POPE: _Prol. to the Satires,_ Line 201. + + +=Wrath.= + +Come not within the measure of my wrath. +2116 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring +Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! +2117 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + + +=Wreaths.= + +Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, +Our bruised arms hung up for monuments. +2118 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Wrecks.= + +Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, +Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon. +2119 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Wretch.= + +A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, +A living dead man. +2120 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Writing.= + +You write with ease to show your breeding, +But easy writing's curs'd hard reading. +2121 +SHERIDAN: _Clio's Prot._ + +Of all those arts in which the wise excel, +Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. +2122 +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry._ + + +=Wrong.= + + Behold on wrong +Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong! +2123 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. viii., Line 367. + +Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. +2124 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii. + + + + +==X.== + + +=Xerxes.= + +Xerxes did die, +And so must I. +2125 +_From the New England Primer._ + + + + +==Y.== + + +=Years.= + + Jumping o'er times, +Turning the accomplishment of many years +Into an hourglass. +2126 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Chorus. + +Years following years, steal something every day; +At last they steal us from ourselves away. +2127 +POPE: Satire vi., Line 72. + +I sigh not over vanished years, +But watch the years that hasten by. +Look, how they come,--a mingled crowd +Of bright and dark, but rapid days. +2128 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Lapse of Time._ + + None would live past years again, +Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain. +2129 +DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Yesterday.= + +Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return! +2130 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Yew-Tree.= + +Old yew, which graspest at the stones + That name the underlying dead, + Thy fibres net the dreamless head, +Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. +2131 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ii., St. 1. + + +=Youth.= + + For youth no less becomes +The light and careless livery that it wears, +Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, +Importing health and graveness. +2132 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. +2133 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, +Like marigolds, toward the sunny side. +2134 +JEAN INGELOW: _Four Bridges,_ St. 56. + +How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams +With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! +2135 +LONGFELLOW: _Morituri Salutamus._ + +In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, + Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. +2136 +GRAY: _Bard,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9. + + + + +==Z.== + + +=Zeal.= + +Had I but served my God with half the zeal +I served my king, he would not in mine age +Have left me naked to mine enemies. +2137 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + His zeal +None seconded, as out of season judg'd, +Or singular and rash. +2138 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 849. + + + + +INDEX TO AUTHORS. + + +The references which follow the Chronological Data are the _numbers_ +of the Quotations in consecutive order from the respective Authors +under which they are placed. + +Addison, Joseph. +b. Milston, Wiltshire, Eng., 1672; d. London, Eng., 1719. +--50, 393, 556, 629, 700, 713, 749, 766, 925, 969, +1078, 1583, 1814, 2091. + +Akenside, Mark. +b. Newcastle-upon-Tyne, 1721; d. London, Eng., 1770. +--1865, 1938. + +Aldrich, James. +b. New York, 1810; d 1856. +--1481. + +Aldrich, Thomas Bailey. +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1836; d. 1907. +--238, 407, 771, 2009. + +Allen, Elizabeth Akers. +b. Strong, Me., 1832; .... +--313. + +Armstrong, John. +b. Liddesdale, Eng, 1709; d. London, Eng., 1779. +--1864. + +Arnold, Sir Edwin. +b. London, 1832; d. 1904. +--498. + +Arnold, Matthew. +b. Laleham, Middlesex, Eng., 1822; d. Eng, 1888. +--1537, 2103. + +Aytoun, William Edmondstoune. +b. Fifeshire, 1813; d. 1865. +--1735. + + +Bailey, Philip James. +b. Nottingham, Eng, 1816; d. 1902. +--43, 79, 322, 531, 614, 746, 967, 1349, 1770, 1833. + +Baillie, Joanna. +b. Lanarkshire, Scot, 1762; d. Hampstead, Eng., 1851. +--198. + +Barbauld, Anna Lćtitia. +b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1743; d. 1825. +--782, 1717, 2032. + +Barrington, George. +b. Maynooth, Ireland, 1755; d. New South Wales at a great age. +--413. + +Barry, Michael J. +_Circa_ 1815. +--1340. + +Baxter, Richard. +b. Rowdon, Shropshire, Eng., 1615; d. 1691. +--1375. + +Bayly, Thomas Haynes. +b. near Bath, Eng., 1797; d. 1839. +--218, 1335. + +Beattie, James. +b. Laurencekirk Scot., 1735; d. Aberdeen, Scot., 1803. +--60, 485, 670, 837. + +Beaumont and Fletcher. + Beaumont, Francis. + b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1586; d. 1615. + Fletcher, John. + b. Rye, Eng., 1576; d. London, Eng., 1625. +--19, 22, 204, 408, 559, 598, 1154, +1231, 1568, 1861, 1917, 2042. + +Benserade, Isaac de. +b. in Upper Normandy, 1612; d. 1691. +--164. + +Blair, Robert. +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1699; d. Athelstaneford, Scot., 1747. +--85, 819, 836, 1651. + +Booth, Barton. +b. Lancashire, Eng, 1681; d. 1733. +--1354. + +Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth. +b. Fredericksvern, Norway, 1848; d. 1895. +--1028, 1162. + +Bramston, James. +b. England; d. 1744. +--875. + +Brown, John. +b. England, 1715; d. 1766. +--49, 431. + +Brown, Tom. +b. Shropshire, Eng., 1663; d. 1704. +--562. + +Browning, Elizabeth Barrett. +b. London, Eng., 1809; d. Florence, Italy, 1861. +--160, 196, 650, 778, 848, 887, 1006, 1039, 1073, 1296, 1373, 1659, +1709, 1733, 1968, 2104. + +Browning, Robert. +b. Camberwell, Eng., 1812; d. 1889. +--65, 129, 251, 474, 519, 681, 747, 865, 993, 994, 996, 1086, 1123, +1188, 1222, 1228, 1312, 1344, 1351, 1450, 1667, 1710, 1822, +1825, 1901, 1950, 1957, 1967. + +Bryant, William Cullen. +b. Cummington, Mass., 1794; d. New York, 1878. +--234, 240, 317, 627, 697, 725, 758, 851, 906, +1155, 1246, 1277, 1321, 1445, 1604, 1663, 1793, 1819, 1951, +1962, 2055, 2063, 2128. + +Bulwer, Edward George Earle Lytton [Baron Lytton]. +b. London, Eng., 1803; d. Torquay, France, 1873. +--1323. + +Bunn, Alfred. +b. England; d. 1860. +--888. + +Bunyan, John. +b. Elstow, Eng., 1628; d. London, Eng., 1688. +--664, 1383. + +Burns, Robert. +b. Ayr, Scot., 1759; d. Dumfries, Scot., 1796. +--20, 208, 222, 242, 552, 588, 592, 604, 694, 773, 783, 954, 964, 986, +1080, 1095, 1106, 1109, 1129, 1147, 1193, 1345, 1435, 1588, +1599, 1600, 1642, 1704, 2047, 2080. + +Butler, Samuel. +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1612; d. London, Eng., 1680. +--39, 153, 236, 303, 305, 405, 423, 549, 566, 574, +615, 799, 972, 992, 1014, 1110, 1209, 1271, 1284, 1334, 1347, +1394, 1405, 1449, 1496, 1504, 1510, 1557, 1585, 1682, 1705, +1811, 1852, 1858, 1886, 1932, 2019. + +Byron, George Gordon, Lord. +b. London, Eng., 1788; d. Missolonghi, Greece, 1824. +--31, 59, 62, 116, 133, 148, 169, 176, 209, 315, 351, 352, 354, +368, 388, 419, 451, 460, 469, 470, 486, 506, 511, 534, 537, 553, 582, +594, 612, 619, 651, 677, 734, 748, 751, 787, 813, 841, 842, 843, 850, +878, 879, 898, 908, 910, 995, 1059, 1075, 1087, 1115, 1131, 1133, +1166, 1221, 1229, 1232, 1251, 1275, 1303, 1337, 1391, 1407, +1419, 1442, 1498, 1506, 1522, 1529, 1538, 1556, 1563, 1573, +1575, 1580, 1596, 1601, 1620, 1621, 1625, 1668, 1672, 1679, +1686, 1688, 1716, 1718, 1731, 1751, 1792, 1794, 1818, 1847, +1851, 1862, 1884, 1897, 1910, 1920, 1935, 1979, 1993, 1994, +2018, 2025, 2029, 2031, 2059, 2089, 2094, 2110. + + +Campbell, Thomas. +b. Glasgow, Scot., 1777; d. Boulogne, France, 1844. +--142, 149, 359, 570, 715, 723, 933, 1243, 1390, +1541, 1584, 1593, 1694, 1703, 1741, 1877. + +Canning, George. +b. London, Eng., 1770; d. Cheswick, Eng., 1827. +--729. + +Carey, Henry. +b. 1663; d. Coldbath-Fields, Eng., 1743. +--349. + +Carlyle, Thomas. +b. Ecclefechan, Scot., 1795; d. Chelsea, near London, Eng., 1881. +--1090, 1150. + +Cary, Alice. +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1820; d. New York City, 1871. +--536, 1262. + +Cary, Phoebe. +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1824; d. New York City, 1871. +--646. + +Chapman, George. +b. Hitchin, Eng, 1557; d. London, Eng., 1634. +--658. + +Chatterton, Thomas. +b. Bristol, Eng, 1752; d. London, Eng., 1770. +--1136. + +Chaucer, Geoffrey. +b. London, Eng., 1328; d. 1400. +--40, 104, 1647, 1853, 1960, 2072. + +Chorley, Henry Fothergill. +b. 1808; d. 1872. +--1268. + +Churchill, Charles. +b. Westminster, Eng., 1731; d. Boulogne, France, 1764. +--98, 100, 135, 530, 698, 703, 874, 978, 1713, 1749. + +Clemmer, Mary. +b. Utica, N.Y., 1839; d. 1884. +--676. + +Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1772; d. London, Eng., 1834. +--71, 143, 282, 395, 465, 484, 599, 708, 728, +979, 1138, 1227, 1336, 1372, 1379, 1431, 1473, 1507, 1561, 1673. + +Collins, William. +b. Chichester, Eng., 1720; d. Chichester, Eng., 1756. +--227, 928, 1035, 1239. + +Colman, George [the younger]. +b. 1762; d. London, Eng., 1836. +--971. + +Congreve, William. +b. Bardsey, Eng., 1670; d. London, Eng., 1729. +--185, 775, 1237, 1867, 1926. + +Cook, Eliza. +b. London, Eng., 1817; d. 1889. +--1747. + +"Cornwall, Barry." +_See_ PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER. + +Cowley, Abraham. +b. London, Eng., 1618, d. Chertsey, Eng., 1667. +--479, 786. + +Cowper, William. +b. Great Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire, Eng., 1731; d. 1800. +--30, 102, 146, 175, 365, 403, 412, 586, 591, +656, 739, 762, 868, 889, 914, 960, 1036, 1079, 1201, 1393, 1401, 1404, +1437, 1466, 1475, 1571, 1637, 1723, 1752, 1759, 1799, 1916, 1931, 1937, +1965, 1988, 1990, 2004, 2024, 2049. + +Crabbe, George. +b. Aldborough, Eng., 1754; d. Trowbridge, Eng., 1832. +--44, 205, 330, 379, 428, 1382, 1412, 1515, 1576, 1617, 1702, 1880, 2075. + +Cranch, Christopher Pearse. +b. Alexandria, Va., 1813; d. 1892. +--1903. + +Crashaw, Richard. +b. 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[Duke of Buckinghamshire]. +b. 1649; d. 1720. +--918, 2122. + +Shelley, Percy Bysshe. +b. near Horsham, Eng., 1792, drowned in the Gulf of Spezia, Italy, 1822. +--442, 502, 538, 596, 633, 899, 1024, 1294, 1363, 1503, +1823, 1928, 1991, 2008. + +Shenstone, William. +b. Leasowes, Eng., 1714; d. Leasowes, Eng. 1763. +--987, 1736. + +Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1751; d. London. Eng., 1816. +--2121. + +Shirley, James. +b. London, Eng, 1594; d. London, Eng., 1666. +--23. + +Sidney, Sir Philip. +b. Penshurst, Eng., 1554; d. Arnheim, Holland, 1586. +--1728. + +Sigourney, Lydia Huntley. +b. Norwich, Conn., 1791; d. Hartford, Conn., 1863. +--1253. + +Smith, Alexander. +b. Kilmarnock, Scot., 1830; d. Wardie, Scot., 1867. +--572, 1163, 1429. + +Smith, James. +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1839. +--1676. + +Smith, Samuel Francis. +b. Boston, Mass., 1808; d. 1895. +--1315. + +Smollett, Tobias George. +b. near Renton, Eng., 1721; d. Leghorn, Italy, 1771. +--975. + +Southey, Robert. +b. Bristol, Eng., 1774; d. Cumberland, Eng., 1843. +--147, 974, 2002. + +Spenser, Edmund. +b. London, Eng., 1553; d. London, Eng., 1599. +--125, 302, 421, 510, 555, 998, 1011, 1120, 1181, 1224, +1264, 1540, 1719, 1882. + +Sprague, Charles. +b. Boston, Mass., 1791; d. Boston, Mass., 1875. +--1249. + +Stedman, Edmund Clarence. +b. Hartford, Conn., 1833; .... +--296, 625, 1639. + +Stevens, George Alexander. +b. London, Eng., 1720; d. 1784. +--1554. + +Stevenson, Robert Louis Balfour. +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1850; d. Island of Samoa, 1894. +--106, 183, 258, 915, 1257, 1319, 2065. + +Stoddard, Richard Henry. +b. Hingham, Mass, 1825; d. 1903. +--84, 128, 310, 741, 1101, 1539. + +Story, Joseph. +b. Marblehead, Mass., 1779; d. Cambridge, Mass., 1845. +--1377. + +Suckling, Sir John. +b. Whitton, Eng., 1608-9; d. Paris, France, 1641-2. +--467, 640, 1122. + +Swift, Jonathan. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1667; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1745. +--719, 721, 903, 1005. + +Swinburne, Algernon Charles. +b. Holmwood, Eng., 1837; .... +--1097. + + +Taylor, Bayard. +b. Kennett Sq., Penn., 1825; d. Berlin, Ger., 1878. +--476, 1044, 1088, 1813, 1888, 2068. + +Taylor, Sir Henry. +b. Durham, Eng., 1800; d. 1886. +--449. + +Taylor, Jane. +b. London, Eng., 1783; d. Ongar, Essexshire, 1824. +--1189. + +Tennyson, Alfred. +b. Somersby, Eng., 1810; d. 1892. +--151, 166, 172, 246, 292, 319, 325, 333, 338, 584, 606, 626, 630, 648, +661, 779, 820, 881, 900, 927, 953, 1032, 1040, 1093, 1117, 1128, +1293, 1374, 1387, 1461, 1462, 1607, 1699, 1711, 1771, 1786, +1826, 1876, 1902, 2131. + +Thaxter, Celia Leighton. +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1835; d. 1894. +--1976. + +Thomas, Frederick William. +b. Providence, R.I., 1811; d. 1866. +--10. + +Thomson, James. +b. Ednam, Scot., 1700; d. Kew, Eng., 1748. +--36, 339, 522, 622, 693, 752, 913, 951, 959, 1206, 1343, +1479, 1480, 1545, 1780, 1785, 1787, 1827, 1839, 1883, 1971, 2062. + +Tickell, Thomas. +b. near Carlisle, Eng., 1686; d. Bath, Eng., 1740. +--1560. + +Tobin, John. +b. Salisbury, Eng., 1770; d. 1804. +--427. + +Toplady, Augustus Montague. +b. Surrey, Eng., 1640; d. 1778. +--1523. + +Trumbull, John. +b. Lebanon, Conn., 1750; d. New York City, 1831. +--864. + +Tupper, Martin Farquhar. +b. London, Eng., 1810; d. 1889. +--1513, 1922. + +Tusser, Thomas. +b. Rivenhall, Eng., 1515-23; d. London, Eng., 1580. +--324. + + +Usteri, Johann Martin. +b. Zurich, Switzerland, 1763; d. 1827. +--1898. + + +Vaughan, Henry. +b. Brecknockshire, Wales, 1621; d. 1695. +--706, 1148, 1464, 1952. + + +Wade, J.A. +b. 1800; d. 1875. +--1856. + +Waller, Edmund. +b. Coleshill, Eng., 1605; d. Beaconsfield, Eng., 1687. +--63, 81, 230, 852, 1657. + +Walton, Izaak. +b. Stafford, Eng., 1593; d. 1683. +--1457. + +Warton, Thomas. +b. Basingstoke, Eng., 1728; d. 1790. +--92. + +Watts, Isaac. +b. South Hampton, Eng., 1674; d. Theobalds, Eng., 1748. +--672, 882, 1223, 1559, 1570, 1737, 1972, 2021. + +Webster, John. +b. _circa_ 1570; d. 1638. +--1066, 1795. + +White, Henry Kirke. +b. Nottingham, Eng., 1785; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1806. +--268, 401. + +Whitman, Walt. +b. Long Island, N.Y., 1819; d. 1892. +--264. + +Whittier, John Greenleaf. +b. Haverhill, Mass., 1807; d. 1892. +--532, 637, 760, 772, 1149, 1177, 1252, 1355, 1376, 1966. + +Willis, Nathaniel Parker. +b. Portland, Me., 1807; d. Idlewild, N.Y., 1867. +--1135, 2048. + +Winter, William. +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1836; .... +--76. + +Wither, George. +b. Brentworth, Eng., 1588; d. London, Eng., 1667. +--270, 2076. + +Wolfe, Charles. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1791; d. Cove of Cork, 1823. +--2028. + +Woodworth, Samuel. +b. Scituate, Mass., 1785; d. New York City, 1842. +--244. + +Wordsworth, William. +b. Cockermouth, Eng., 1770; d. Rydal Mount, Eng., 1850. +--34, 61, 163, 174, 178, 206, 256, 274, 301, 309, 473, 487, 523, 527, +571, 593, 662, 743, 757, 769, 806, 822, 834, 917, 937, 947, 958, 968, +970, 1022, 1042, 1096, 1186, 1324, 1353, 1366, 1381, 1432, 1446, +1453, 1520, 1526, 1530, 1627, 1632, 1634, 1666, 1753, 1767, +1774, 1781, 1784, 1807, 1815, 1875, 1953, 2007, 2124. + +Wotton, Sir Henry. +b. Boughton Malherbe, Eng., 1568; d. Eaton, Eng., 1639. +--1116, 1715. + + +Young, Edward. +b. Upham, Eng., 1684; d. Welwyn, Eng., 1765. +--48, 57, 115, 179, 184, 363, 404, 434, 494, 525, 561, 980, 1070, +1385, 1410, 1455, 1465, 1471, 1602, 1729, 1763, 1810, 1860, +1868, 1918, 1956, 2071, 2079. + + + + +INDEX TO QUOTATIONS + + +The references designate the _numbers_ of the Quotations. + + +Abbots, purple as their wines, 2. + +Abdiel, so spake the seraph, 4. + +Absence conquers love, 10. + of occupation is not rest, 960. + whole years in, to deplore, 8. + +Abstinence, the defensive virtue, 11. + +Abyss, beyond is all, 628. + +Accident, by many a happy, 16. + the unthought-on, 13. + +Accidents by flood and field, 14. + our wanton, take root, 15. + +Account, sent to my, 17. + +Accounts, draw the, of evil, 388. + +Acquaintance, should auld, be forgot, 20. + +Acting of a dreadful thing, 437. + +Action, of every noble, the intent, 22. + pleasure and, make the hours seem short, 21. + +Actions of the just, 23. + +Acts, our, our angels are, 1655. + +Adam dolve and Eve span, 793. + the goodliest man, 631. + whipped the offending, 389. + +Adieu, my native shore, 31. + she cried, 32. + +Admiration, season your, for a while, 33. + +Adorning with so much art, 479. + +Adversary, a stony, 446. + +Adversite, fortunes sharpe, 40. + +Adversity, bruised with, 38. + sweet are the uses of, 37. + +Advice, danger to give, to kings, 42. + 't was good, 44 + worst men often give the best, 43. + +Affectation, with a sickly mien, 45. + +Affection is a coal that must be cooled, 47. + +Affliction is enamored of thy parts. 255. + is the good man's shining scene, 48. + tries our virtue, 49. + +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress, 242. + +Affronts, young men soon give, 50. + +Age cannot wither her, 55. + I must not tell my, 58. + rock the cradle of, 432. + when, is in, wit is out, 51. + +Agent, trust no, 279. + +Ages, alike all, 466. + +Aim, failed in the high, 65. + +Air, the, a chartered libertine, 66. + +Alacrity in sinking, 67. + +Ale, drink of Adam's, 69. + the spicy nut-brown, 68. + +Alexandrine, a needless, 70. + +Alone on a wide sea, 71. + +Amazement on thy mother sits, 72. + +Amber, to observe the forms in, 73. + +Ambition finds such joy, 78. + fling away, 74. + has but one reward, 76. + to reign is worth, 77. + which o'erleaps itself, 75. + +America, half brother of the world, 79. + +Anarch, thy hand, great, 478. + +Anarchy, hold eternal, 80. + +Ancient of days, 116. + +Angels come and go, 84. + lackey her, 300. + where, fear to tread, 83. + +Angels' visits, short and far between, 85. + +Anger never made good guard, 87. + +Anger's my meat, 86. + +Angling, the pleasantest, 88. + wagered on your, 89. + +Anna, here thou, great, 411. + +Antiquity, ways of hoar, 92. + +Apathy, in lazy, 93. + +Apollo's laurel bough, 213. + +Apostles would have done, 176. + +Apostolic blows and knocks, 574. + +Apparel, fashion wears out more, 678. + oft proclaims the man, 94. + +Apparition, a lovely, 527. + +Apparitions, like, seen and gone, 95. + +Appearances to save, his only care, 98. + +Appetite, good digestion wait on, 99. + grown by what it fed on, 46. + stands cook, 100. + +Applaud to the very echo, 101. + +Applause, attentive to his own, 276. + of listening senates, 103. + oh, popular, 102. + +Apples, since Eve ate, 553. + small choice in rotten, 316. + +April cold with dropping rain, 105. + +Aprile has fairly come, 106. + +Aprille, with his shoures sote, 104. + +Arabs, fold their tents like the, 1889. + +Arch, look on its broken, 1716. + +Arguing, in, the parson owned his skill, 107. + +Argument, height of this great, 1399. + +Arms on armor clashing, 381. + +Arrow, shot mine, o'er the house, 241. + swifter than, 1845. + +Art is the child of Nature, 110. + Nature is but, 289. + O man, is thine alone, 109. + +Artist, in framing an, 111. + +Aspect, with grave, he rose, 112. + +Aspiration lifts him from the earth, 113. + +Assurance double sure, I'll make, 114. + +Asters, purple, nod, 130. + +Atheist, by night an, half believes a God, 115. + +Athena, august, 116. + +Athens, the eye of Greece, 117 + +Attachment to the well-known place, 914. + +Attempt and not the deed, 118. + +Auburn, sweet, 2003. + +August round her precious gifts is flinging, 121. + +Aurora, fair daughter of the dawn, 122. + +Author, no, ever spared a brother, 124. + +Authority, drest in a little brief, 126. + +Authors steal their works, 123. + +Autumn in the misty morn, 131. + succeeds, a sober, tepid age, 1610. + who may paint thee, 128. + wins you best, 129. + +Avarice, a good old-gentlemanly vice, 133. + creeping on, 409. + old men sicken of, 134. + +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, 135. + + +Bacchus with pink eyne, 2006. + +Backward, turn backward, 313. + +Balances, Jove lifts the golden, 136. + +Ball, I saw her at a county, 137. + +Banishment, bitter bread of, 138. + +Banner with the strange device, 141. + +Banners, all thy, wave, 142. + hang out our, 140. + +Bard, blind, on Chian strand, 143. + +Bark, fatal and perfidious, 456. + +Battle line, our far-flung, 744. + rages loud and long, 149. + who in life's, 194. + +Beams athwart the sea, 151. + +Bear, rugged Russian, 414. + +Beard, his tawny, 153. + was as white as snow, 152. + +Beast, that wants discourse of reason, 154. + +Beauty, a thing of, is a joy, 159. + cost her nothing, 658. + draws us with a single hair, 162. + dwells in deep retreats, 163 + is a vain and doubtful good, 156. + is its own excuse, 161. + needs not the flourish of praise, 155. + stands in the admiration, 157. + +Bed, in, we laugh, 164. + the, was made, 258. + +Bees, murmuring of innumerable, 166. + +Beggars, mounted, 167. + when, die, 168. + +Beggary, impotent and snail-paced, 524. + +Behavior, upon his good, 169. + +Belial, sons of, 170. + +Bell, merry as a marriage, 651. + the Sabbath, 1546. + +Bells, mellow wedding, 173. + ring out, wild, 172. + those evening, 171. + +Bethlehem, hail to the king of, 321. + +Birds in their little nests, 672. + +Birth is but a sleep, 178. + +Birthday, a day that rose, 180. + +Bivouac of the dead, 181. + +Blasphemy in the soldier, 182. + +Blessedness, dies in single, 283. + +Blessings brighten as they take their flight, 184. + wait on virtuous deeds, 185. + +Blind among enemies, 187. + +Bliss which centres in the mind, 189. + +Blood, a drop of manly, 191. + flesh and, so cheap, 229. + is a juice of special kind, 192. + when the, burns, 190. + +Boat, swiftly glides the bonnie, 198. + +Body, upon my burned, 598. + +Bond, I'll have my, 200. + +Bones, come to lay his, among ye, 56. + cursed be he that moves my, 201. + flesh hacked from, 709. + rattle his, over the stones 202. + thy, are marrowless, 795. + +Book, a, O rare one, 203. + +Books are a world, 206. + cannot always please, 205. + deep versed in, 207. + in the running brooks, 37. + many, are wearisome, 1439. + some, are lies, 208. + the best companions, 204. + +Bore, sound that ushers in a, 210. + +Bores and bored, the, 209. + +Borrower, neither a, nor a lender be, 211. + +Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, 211. + +Boston, solid men of, 212. + +Bound, there 's nothing but hath his, 214. + +Bounty, large was his, 216. + no winter in 't, 215. + +Bourn no traveller returns, 777. + +Bowers, lodged in thy living, 1952. + +Boys, scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging, 223. + +Braes, we twa hae run about the, 222. + +Brains, steal away their, 587. + when the, were out, 224. + +Branch, cut is the, 213. + +Brave deserves the fair, 226. + how sleep the, 227. + more, to live, 225. + on, ye, 359. + +Bravest are the tenderest, 476. + +Breach, once more unto the, 228 + +Bread, crammed with distressful, 1490. + should be so dear, 229. + +Breast, calm the troubled, 231. + +Breath, good man yields his, 232. + +Breeches are so queer, 233. + +Breezes of the South, 234. + +Brevity is very good, 236. + the soul of wit, 235. + +Bride in her bloom, 238. + +Bridge of sighs, 1993. + that arched the flood, 239. + +Brook, a, comes stealing, 240. + +Brookside, I wandered by the, 2041. + +Brother, be not over-exquisite, 90. + +Bubbles, the earth hath, 243. + +Bucket, old oaken, 244. + +Bud is on the bough, 245. + +Bugle, blow, 246. + +Bully, like a tall, 358. + +Buttercups, the children's dower, 251. + +Butterfly, a mere court, 419. + I'd be a, 218. + + +Cćsar, dead and turned to clay, 253. + the word of, 253. + +Calamity, thou art wedded to, 255. + +Caledonia, stern and wild, 1052. + +Calendar, accursed in the, 454. + +Caliban, sweet eyes at, 407. + +Calumny will sear Virtue, 257. + +Camel to thread a needle's eye, 550. + +Candle, did not see the, 367. + hold their farthing, 363. + throws his beams, 259. + +Cannons spit forth their indignation, 261. + +Canteen, we have drunk from the same, 756. + +Captain, boisterous, of the sea, 265. + my, our fearful trip is done, 264. + +Caravanserai, God's green, 258. + +Care keeps his watch, 266. + pursues its victim, 268. + that is entered once, 267. + to our coffin adds a nail, 269. + will kill a cat, 270. + +Cat, a harmless, necessary, 272. + care will kill a, 270. + will mew, 273. + +Catalogue, go for men in the, 575. + +Cataract haunted me, 274. + +Caterpillars of the Commonwealth, 417. + +Cato, give his senate laws, 276. + +Cattle, call the, home, 277. + +Cause, little shall I grace my, 278. + +Caverns measureless to man, 282. + +Censure from a foe, 285. + take each man's, 41. + +Ceremony was but devised, 286. + +Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away, 315. + +Chamber, come to the bridal, 493. + +Chance, all, direction, 289. + dark idolater of, 1584. + grasps the skirts of, 333. + power men call, 288. + +Change, fear of, perplexes monarchs, 607. + itself can give no more, 291. + ringing grooves of, 292. + +Chaos, black, comes again, 293. + eldest night and, 80. + of thought and passion, 294. + +Character in thy life, 295. + +Charity, alas for the rarity of, 298. + fulfils the law, 297. + +Charm, the, by sages often told, 401. + +Charms strike the sight, 299. + +Chastity, saintly, 300. + +Chatterton, the marvellous boy, 301. + +Chaucer, well of English, 302. + +Cheek, fed on her damask, 374. + o'er her warm, 193. + +Cherubims, still quiring to the, 1708. + +Chickens, count their, 305. + +Child, a thankless, 985. + is father of the man, 309. + +Childhood, the scenes of my, 1453. + +Children are the keys of Paradise, 310. + gathering pebbles, 312. + if the, were no more, 307. + +Chime, faintly as tolls the evening, 314. + +Chivalry, charge with all thy, 142. + +Choice, follow thou thy, 317. + goes by forever, 514. + +Choler, room to your rash, 318. + +Christ, ring in the, 172 + the one great word, 322. + was born across the sea, 320. + went agin war, 323. + +Christians have burnt each other, 176. + +Christmas comes but once a year, 324. + hearth, holly round the, 325. + keep our, merry, 327. + tide, bright be thy, 326. + 't was the night before, 328. + +Church, what is a, 330. + who builds a, 329. + +Churchyards, when, yawn, 894. + +Circle of the golden year, 151. + +Citadel, a towered, 334. + +Citizens, before man made us, 335. + +City, Cain, the first, made, 786. + one who, in, pent, 336. + +Clay, blind his soul with, 338. + +Cleopatra, since, died, 145. + +Cliff, as some tall, 341. + +Clime, cold in, are cold in blood, 352. + +Climes beyond the western main, 342. + +Cloake, take thine old, 343. + +Clock worn out, 844. + +Cloud that's dragonish, 1689. + +Clouds are angels' robes, 348. + heavy with storms, 346. + hooded, like friars, 150. + on the western side, 347. + trailing, of glory, 743. + +Clown, thou art mated with a, 953. + +Coach, go call a, 349. + +Cock, the early village, 350. + +Coincidence, a strange, 351. + +Cold, 't is bitter, 353. + +Coliseum, while stands the, 354. + +Colossus, like a, 355. + +Columbia, to glory arise, 357. + +Column, where London's, 358. + +Combat, the, deepens, 359. + +Comfort comes too late, 361. + +Commandments, set my ten, 362. + +Commentators each dark passage shun, 363. + +Communion with the skies, 365. + +Companions, I have had, 311. + +Compass, I mind my, 369. + +Complexion, mislike me not for my, 372. + +Compulsion, sweet, in music, 373. + +Concealment, like a worm, 374. + +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works, 375. + lies in his hamstring, 27. + what are they in their, 249. + +Conclusion, a foregone, 376. + +Condition is not the thing, 188. + +Conflict, dire was the noise of, 381. + more fierce the, grew, 147. + through the heat of, 256. + +Confusion on thy banners wait, 382. + worse confounded, 383. + +Conquerors that war against your own affections, 1626. + +Conquest's crimson wing, 385. + +Conscience does make cowards, 386. + into what abyss, 387. + of the king, 1341. + the, rarely gnaws, 388. + +Conscious stone to beauty grew, 247. + +Consideration like an angel came, 389. + +Consistency wuz a part of his plan, 391. + +Consolation, grief is crowned with, 390. + +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed, 393. + +Constancy lives in realms above, 395. + +Consummation devoutly to be wished, 396. + +Consumption's ghastly form, 493. + +Contemplation and valor formed, 397. + +Contempt, contemptible to shun, 398. + +Content can soothe, 401. + commends me to mine own, 400. + +Contest, great, follows, 403. + +Convents bosomed deep in vines, 2. + +Conversation, in, boldness bears sway, 199. + skill of, lies in, 404. + +Copse, near yonder, 340. + +Corruption is a tree, 408. + mining all within, 528. + shall deluge all, 409. + +Counsel, bosom up my, 410. + +Countenance will change to virtue, 1357. + +Country, God made the, 1937. + left our, for our country's good, 413. + my, 'tis of thee, 1315. + the undiscovered, 217. + +Court melted into one whisper, 1580. + +Courtesy, that fine sense which men call, 420. + +Courtier, not a, hath a heart, 418. + +Coward, call him a slanderous, 521. + never on himself relies, 428. + +Cowards, common men are, 1513. + conscience does make, 386. + die many times, 426. + +Cowslips wan, 429. + +Coxcombs, some made, 430. + vanquish Berkeley, 431. + +Crack of doom, 577. + +Cradle of reposing age, 432. + +Cradles rock us nearer to the tomb, 179. + +Creation sleeps, 434. + +Creatures, millions of spiritual, 1783. + +Credit, blest paper, 435. + +Cricket, thou winter, 12. + +Critical, I am nothing if not, 439. + +Critics I saw, that names deface, 440. + +Crocus, the yellow, 321. +Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame, 671. + our chief of men, 441. + +Cross, the, leads generations on, 442. + +Crown, a fruitless, 444. + I give away my, 3. + likeness of a kingly, 445. + +Crutch, shoulders his, 707. + +Cupid is a casuist, 448. + is painted blind, 447. + +Cure for life's ills, 449. + +Curfew tolls the knell, 450. + +Curiosity, that low vice, 451. + +Curls, shakes his ambrosial, 452. + +Current, take the, when it serves, 453. + +Curs, like to village, bark, 1200. + +Curses, mouth-honor, breath, 455. + +Custom calls me to it, 458. + that monster, 459. + +Cut, unkindest, of all, 1982. + +Cygnet to this pale faint swan, 754. + + +Daffadills, we weep to see, 461. + +Dagger, is this a, 462. + of the mind, 462. + +Daisy's cheek is tipped, 463. + +Dame, he that would win his, 423. + +Dames of ancient days, 466. + +Damn with faint praise, 1369. + +Damnation, deal, round the land, 464. + +Damned use that word in hell, 139. + +Damsel, a, lay deploring, 1608. + with a dulcimer, 465. + +Dance, on with the, 469. + the Pyrrhic, 470. + +Danger, out of this nettle, 472. + shape of, 473. + +Dante of the dread Inferno, 474. + +Dare do all that may become a man, 475. + +Darkness, all day the, 532. + bends down like a mother, 477. + the instruments of, 1885. + universal, buries all, 478. + visible, no light but, 895. + +Darling of the April rain, 2009. + +Daughter of the voice of God, 593. + still harping on my, 480. + +Day, at the close of the, 485. + begins to break, 483. + each, critique on the last, 260. + is done, 632. + it is a sultry, 1819. + the kingly, 1828. + +Days are in the yellow leaf, 486. + heavenly, that cannot die, 487. + +Days, nor mourn the unalterable, 791. + our, begin with trouble, 500. + thirty, hath September, 1211. + +Death, a necessary end, 488. + a strange, delicious amazement, 498. + all seasons for thine own, 496. + came with friendly care, 979. + close folio wing, 492. + cometh soon or late, 495. + cruel, is always near, 500. + dread of something after, 777. + his, calcined thee to dust, 602. + how wonderful is, 502. + in itself is nothing, 504. + is beautiful, 503. + lies on her, 490. + loves a shining mark, 494. + lurks in every flower, 501. + only kind to mortals, 497. + rides on every passing breeze, 501. + there is no, 499. + thou art sweet, 778. + though, be poor, 491. + 't is, to me to be at enmity, 617. + +Death's untimely frost, 773. + voice sounds like a prophet's, 904. + +Debts, call our old, in, 388. + +Decay's effacing fingers, 506. + +Deceit should steal such gentle shapes, 508. + +December, came the chill, 510. + +Decency, want of, 512. + +Deed, so shines a good, 259. + +Deeds, easy to beget great, 516. + excused his devilish, 515. + +Deep where Holland lies, 517. + +Defence, at one gate, to make, 520. + +Delay leads impotent beggary, 524. + +Deliberation, deep on his front +engraven, 526. + +Denmark, something is rotten in, 529. + +Deputy, this outward-sainted, 955. + +Desert, where no life is found, 533. + +Desire, bloom of young, 193. + liveth not in fierce, 535. + +Despair defies even despotism, 537. + then black, 538. + +Despotism, despair defies even, 537. + +Destiny, shady leaves of, 541. + +Detractions, they that hear their, 543. + +Devil, abashed the, stood, 1. + the, builds a chapel, 384. + can cite scripture, 1422. + has the largest congregation, 384. + laughing, in his sneer, 878. + sends cooks, 406. + temptation of the, 1886. + was sick, the. 546. + +Dew, resolve itself into a, 722. + +Dial, true as the, to the sun, 549. + +Die, we must all, 1231. + +Dies, nothing, but something mourns, 1232. + +Digestion, good, wait on appetite, 99. + +Digression, there began a lang, 552. + +Dinner, much depends on, 553. + +Discontent, the winter of our, 2061. + +Discord, brayed horrible, 381. + effects from civil, 556. + oft in music, 555. + +Discourse, with such large, 557. + +Discretion, not to outsport, 558. + the best part of valor, 559. + +Diseases, desperate grown, 560. + +Disguise, 't is manly to disdain, 561. + +Disobedience, of man's first, 563. + +Disposition, a very melancholy, 565. + +Dispute, could we forbear, 63. + +Distance lends enchantment, 570. + +Diver did hang a salt-fish, 89. + +Divinity that shapes our ends, 573. + +Doctor Fell, I do not love thee, 562. + +Dog, I'd rather be a, 237. + will have his day, 273. + +Dogs of war, let slip the, 1499. + +Dolphins play, pleased to see, 369. + +Dome, hand that rounded Peter's, 247. + +Dominion over palm and pine, 744. + +Done, if it were, when 't is, 25. + +Doubt, modest, is called, 578. + +Doubts, our, are traitors, 579. + +Doves, the moan of, 166. + +Drama's laws, the, 580. + +Dream, a, so sweet, 554. + fickle as a changeful, 702. + +Dreams are a world, 206. + are children of an idle brain, 581. + have breath and tears, 582. + glimpses of forgotten, 584. + some, are nothing but dreams, 583. + such stuff as, are made on, 1726. + +Dress, be plain in, 585. + drains our cellar dry, 586. + we sacrifice to, 586. + +Drink, give him strong, 588. + +Drunkard, some frolic, 590. + +Dulcimer, damsel with a, 465. + +Dunce, a, at home, 591. + +Dungeon, dweller in yon, 592. + +Duty, if that name thou love, 593. I + + +Eagle, stretched upon the plain, 594. + +Eagle's fate and mine are one, 1657. + +Ear, give every man thine, 41. + more is meant than meets the, 595. + +Earth doth like a snake renew, 596. + felt the wound, 597. + hath bubbles, 243. + is a thief, 1521. + lie lightly, gentle, 598. + with her thousand voices, 599. + +Ease, I'll take mine, 741. + would recant vows, 600. + +East, opening chambers of the, 1827. + +Echo, applaud thee to the very, 101. + fading from the chime, 1252. + waits with art, 605. + +Echoes roll from soul to soul, 606. + set the wild, flying, 246. + +Eclipse, built in the, 456. + total, without all hope of day, 186. + +Eden, through, took their solitary way, 608. + +Education forms the common mind, 609. + +Eloquence, mother of arts and, 117. + +Elves, the criticising, 698. + +Embers, glowing, through the room, 802. + +Embroidery, sad, wears, 429. + +Emerson first, there comes, 611. + +Enchantment, distance lends, 570. + +Enemy in their mouths, 587. + +England, model to thy inward greatness, 616. + +Ensign, tear her tattered, 618. + +Enthusiasm, a moral inebriety, 619. + +Envy is a kind of praise, 610. + will pursue merit, 621. + withers at joy, 622. + +Err, to, is human, 745. + +Error and mistake are infinite, 405. + shall, father truth, 626. + wounded, writhes with pain, 627. + +Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought, 629. + +Europe, better fifty years of, 630. + +Eve, since, ate apples, 553. + +Events, coming, cast their shadows before, 1390. + +Evil, be thou my good, 634. + springs up, 635. + that men do lives, 636. + +Exercise, the sad mechanic, 1293. + +Expectation makes a blessing dear, 640. + +Experience is by industry achieved, 641. + long, made him sage, 642. + +Extremes in nature equal good produce, 643. + +Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, 279. + of childhood fears a painted devil, 545. + the black, the blue, 649. + +Eyes are homes of silent prayer, 648. + bright, rain influence, 982. + half defiant, 646. + soft, looked love, 651. + soul-deep, 647. + sweetest, were ever seen, 650. + true, too pure, 645. + were made for seeing, 161. + with a wondrous charm, 646. + + +Fabric, like an exhalation, 652. + like the baseless, 569. + +Face, can't I another's, commend, 655. + false, must hide, 568. + he hides a shining, 656. + light upon her, 654. + that launched a thousand ships, 1670. + this man, whose homely, 1101. + +Face, the old familiar, 311. + +Fair, exceeding, she was not, 658. + is foul, and foul is, 657. + +Fairy land, this is the, 659. + +Faith, amaranthine flower of, 662. + for modes of, 663. + has centre everywhere, 661. + if, produce no works, 660. + saddest thing, to lose, 571. + +Faithless, among the, faithful, 4. + +Fall, he that is down needs fear no, 664. + +False as air, 665. + +Falsehood, strife of Truth with, 514. + +Fame, damned to everlasting, 671. + is double-mouthed, 667. + morning when I longed for, 669. + +Fame, that all hunt after, 666. + what's, 668. + +Fame's eternall beadroll, 302. + eternal camping-ground, 181. + proud temple shines afar, 670. + +Families of yesterday, 1300. + +Famine is in thy cheeks, 673. + +Fancy, she's all my, painted her, 675. + where is, bred, 674. + +Farewell, a word that must be, 677. + through keen delights, 676. + to thee, Araby's daughter, 481. + +Farmers, the embattled, stood, 239. + +Fashion wears out more apparel, 678. + +Fate, binding Nature fast in, 682. + has wove the thread of life, 683. + take a bond of, 114. + when, summons, monarchs obey, 680. + +Fates, what, impose, 679. + +Father of all, in every age, 685. + wise, knows his own child, 684. + +Fathers, God of our, 744. + +Fault, condemn the, 686. + +Faults, chide him for, 306. + in vain, my, ye quote, 688. + +Fear, desponding, 693. + is most accursed, 692. + what should be the, 691. + +Feasts, blest be those, 695. + +February, slant sun of, 697. + +Feelings, some, are to mortals given, 893. + +Feet beneath her petticoat, 467. + her, like snails, 699. + +Fellow, touchy, testy, pleasant, 700. + +Female of sex it seems, 701. + +Fiction, by fairy, drest, 704. + rises to the eye, 703. + +Fields, rejoice ye, 121. + +Fiend, a frightful, 708. + +Fight another day, 710. + +Fire, from beds of raging, 711. + +Firmament, now glowed the, 712. + spacious, on high, 713. + +Fish, I can, and study too, 1457. + +Flag of the free heart's hope, 714. + the meteor, of England, 715. + +Flame, freedom's holy, 716. + that lit the battle's wreck, 717. + +Flatter, I cannot, 718. + +Flattery, can, soothe the ear of death, 720. + the food of fools, 719. + +Flea has smaller fleas, 721. + +Flesh, this too solid, 722. + +Flight, no thought of, 416. + +Flood, leap into this angry, 724. + taken at the, 1912. + +Flowers preach to us, 726. + that skirt the frost, 728. + the gentle race of, 725. + they talk in, 727. + wither at the north-wind's breath, 496. + +Fly, oh could I, 366. + +Foe, the erect, the manly, 729. + +Folks, unhappy, on shore now, 1680. + +Folly, if, grow romantic, 731. + lovely woman stoops to, 733. + +Fools are my theme, 734. + ever since the Conquest, 736. + our scorn may raise, 620. + Paradise of, 735. + rush in where angels fear, 737. + to talking ever prone, 730. + +Footprints on the sands of time, 738. + +Fop, some fiery, 590. + +Fops, positive, persisting, 260. + +Force, who overcomes by, 740. + +Forest primeval, this is the, 742. + +Forget, lest we, 744. + +Forgetfulness, not in entire, 743. + +Forgive, good to, 747. + those who, most, 746. + +Forgiveness to the injured does belong, 1299. + +Form of life and light, 748. + +Forsaken, when he is, 1282. + +Fortitude is seen in great exploits, 749. + +Fortune, forever, wilt thou prove, 752. + is female, 751. + +Fortune keeps an upward course, 2001. + stings and arrows of, 1959. + will, never come, 750. + +Fortune's power, I am not now in, 39. + +Frailty, thy name is Woman, 753. + +France, 't is better using, 755. + +Freedom from her mountain-height, 761. + my angel, his name is, 759. + sternly said, 760. + thou art not a girl, 758. + +Freedom's battle, once begun, 148. + +Freeman whom the truth makes free, 1965. + +Freemen, corrupted, the worst of slaves, 1724. + +Friend, of every friendless name the, 768. + oh, be my, 765. + save me from the candid, 729. + to thy, be true, 706. + +Friends in youth, 395. + of humblest, scorn not one, 769. + remembering my good, 763. + thou hast, and their adoption tried, 764. + two, two bodies, 767. + +Friendships of the world, 766. + +Front, his fair large, 770. + +Frost and light, work of, 772. + fell death's untimely, 773. + the panes are hung with, 771. + +Fruit, the ripest, first falls, 774. + +Funeral baked meats, 1907. + +Furrows, we see time's, 57. + +Fury like a woman scorned, 775. + of a patient man, 776. + +Future, trust no, 780. + + +Gage, there I throw my, 287. + +Gain, play not for, 784. + unvexed with cares of, 781. + +Gait, I ken the manner of his, 113. + +Gale, so sinks the, 782. + thorn that scents the evening, 783. + +Garden, God the first, made, 786. + where flowers were heaped, 785. + +Garden, where the, smiled, 340. + +Garret, born in the, 787. + +Garrick, here lies David, 788. + +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, 123. + +Gem of purest ray serene, 789. + +Genius commands thee, 357. + goes and Folly stays, 791. + must be born, 790. + +Gentleman, who was then the, 793. + +Gentlemen, that neither envy the great, 792. + +Gentleness shall force, 794. + +Ghost, like an ill-used, 85. + what gentle, 548. + +Ghosts and forms of fright, 796. + +Gifts are locked up in my heart, 798. + free of, that cost them nothing, 799. + +Girdle round the earth, 800. + +Girls blush, sometimes, 196. + +Gloamin, late in a, 801. + +Gloom, teach light to counterfeit a, 802. + +Glory, awake to, 807. + excess of, obscured, 804. + from defect arise, 519. + gilds the sacred page, 175. + go where, waits thee, 805. + greater, dim the less, 367. + guards with solemn round, 181. + is like a circle in water, 803. + or the grave, 859. + pursue, and generous shame, 716. + +Glow-worm shows the matin, 808. + +Gluttony, swinish, ne'er looks to heaven, 809. + +Gnat, who's sorry for a, 196. + +God, all but, is changing, 290. + alone was seen in heaven, 813. + an atheist half believes a, 115. + conscious water saw its, 814. + erects a house of prayer, 384. + from thee, great, we spring, 815. + is the perfect poet, 1351. + made the country, 412. + of our fathers, 744. + +God, only, may be had for the asking, 810. + the life and light, 812. + +Goddess fair and free, 1192. + she moves a, 1417. + +Gods arrive when half-gods go, 817. + grow angry with your patience, 1016. + the, detest my baseness, 145. + the, are just, 816. + +God's love seemed lost, 531. + +Going, the order of your, 824. + +Gold, all that glisters is not, 97. + can love be bought with, 2037. + crying is a cry for, 820. + cursed lust of, 819. + narrowing lust of, 172. + poison to men's souls, 818. + the lust of, 132. + to gild refined, 638. + +Golden Rod, autumn blaze of, 130. + +Good he scorned stalked off, 85. + is oft interred with their bones, 636. + night, at once, 824. + night, till it be morrow, 825. + night, to each a fair, 826. + the, die first, 822. + +Goodness and he fill up one monument, 821. + +Government, for forms of, 829. + makes them seem divine, 827. + +Gowans fine, pu'd the, 222. + +Grace beyond the reach of art, 831. + sweet attractive, 397. + was in all her steps, 551. + we have forgot, 830. + +Grandeur with a disdainful smile, 832. + +Grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, 466. + +Gratitude of men, 834. + still small voice of, 833. + +Grave, companions in the, 835. + hungry as the, 951. + men shiver when thou 'rt named, 836. + sun shine sweetly on my, 837. + under the deep sea, 533. + +Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, 355. + +Great, rightly to be, 839. + some are born, 838. + +Greatness, highest point of all my, 838. + +Greece, but living, no more, 842. + glory that was, 1531. + sad relic of departed worth, 841. + the isles of, 843. + +Greeks joined Greeks, 844. + +Grief, forestall his date of, 847. + is crowned with consolation, 390. + my, lies onward, 845. + silent manliness of, 849. + the holy name of, 848. + what's gone should be past, 846. + +Ground, haunted, holy, 850. + +Groves, frequenting sacred, 852. + were God's first temples, 1951. + +Grudge, feed fat the ancient, 853. + +Gudgeons, to swallow, 305. + +Guest, welcome the coming, 855. + +Guests, unbidden, 854. + +Guilt, full of artless jealousy, 856. + once harbored, 857. + + +Habit, costly thy, 94. + +Habits, ill, gather by unseen degrees, 858. + small, well pursued, 859. + +Hags, midnight, call fiends, 2077. + +Hair, beauty draws us with a single, 162. + draws you with a single, 860. + from his horrid, 360. + golden, like sunlight, 861. + streamed like a meteor, 863. + when you see fair, 862. + would rouse and stir, 938. + +Hairs, his silver, 52. + +Halter, felt the, draw, 864. + +Hand in hand with you, 865. + that rounded Peter's dome, 247. + white, delicate, dimpled, 866. + +Hands, now join your, 567. + that the rod of empire might have swayed, 613. + +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny, 1157. + +Hangman of creation, 592. + +Happiness depends, as nature shows, 868. + our being's end and aim, 869. + that makes the heart afraid, 867. + +Harm, to win us to our, 1885. + +Harmony, from heavenly, 871. + touches of sweet, 870. + +Harp of thousand strings, 1972. + through Tara's halls, 872. + +Haste, let your, commend your duty, 873. + more, worst speed, 874. + +Hat, broad-brimmed, 875. + the old three-cornered, 233. + +Hate me with your hearts, 876. + wounds of deadly, 877. + +Hazards, great things are achieved through, 19. + +Head, here rests his, 624. + oh good gray, 881. + the wise, the reverend, 882. + +Health, better to hunt in fields for, 884. + with, all pleasure flies, 883. + +Heart bowed down by weight of woe, 888. + incessant battery to her, 421. + may give a lesson, 889. + merry, goes all the day, 885. + rise, thy Lord is risen, 602. + she wants a, 886. + we cannot heal the throbbing, 379. + +Hearts, great, have largest room to bless, 840. + +Heathen Chinee is peculiar, 433. + +Heaven doth with us as we with torches, 2010. + hath a hand in these events, 1486. + is above all yet, 891. + is as the book of God, 892. + sends us good meat, 406. + +Hecuba, what's, to him, 977. + +Heir, creation's, 901. + of all the ages, 900. + +Hell, better to reign in, 576. + breathes out contagion, 894. + fear of, a hangman's whip, 694. + grew darker at their frown, 896. + is a city much like London, 899. + itself should gape, 542. + merit heaven by making earth a, 898. + never mentions, to ears polite, 897. + +Heralds high before him run, 448. + +Hero in our eyes, 903. + when his sword, 904. + +Heroes are much the same, 902. + as great have died, 905. + +Hesperus rode brightest, 1215. + +High as we have mounted, 523. + +Highland Mary, spare his, 1355. + +Hill, mine be the breezy, 837. + +Hills of the stormy North, 907. + rock-ribbed and ancient, 906. + +History hath but one page, 908. + +Holiday, butchered to make a Roman, 910. + +Holidays, if all the year were, 909. + +Holly round the Christmas hearth, 325. + +Homage, no worthless pomp of, 912. + +Home is the resort of love, 913. + is the sailor, 915. + kindred points of heaven and, 917. + no place like, 916. + +Homer, deep-browed, 919. + seven cities warred for, 920. + will be all the books you need, 918. + +Homes, forced from their, 639. + +Honest man's the noblest work of God, 922. + +Honey, surfeited with, 1572. + +Honey-bees, so work the, 165. + +Honor and shame from no condition rise, 926. + comes, a pilgrim gray, 928. + rooted in dishonor, 927. + sinks where commerce long prevails, 364. + too much, a burthen, 923. + travels in a strait so narrow, 924. + +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, 925. + at the stake, 839. + +Hood, a page of, 929. + +Hope abandon, ye who enter in, 936. + farewell, and farewell, fear, 634. + flies with swallows' wings, 930. + heavenly, is all serene, 934. + in thy sweet garden grow, 933. + never comes that comes to all, 935. + springs eternal, 932. + withering fled, 878. + +Hope's tender blossoms, 194. + +Horn, Triton blow his wreathed, 937. + +Horrors, on horror's head, 939. + supped full with, 938. + +Horse, my kingdom for a, 940. + one, was blind, 1676. + +Hospitality, doing deeds of, 332. + +Host, leader, mingling with the vulgar, 943. + such a numerous, 518. + +Hounds, they rouse from sleep, 952. + +Hour, catch the transient, 945. + for one short, to see the souls, 779. + this pernicious, 454. + too busy with the crowded, 944. + when lover's vows, 2018. + +Hours, lovers' absent, 6. + +House, a naked, 183. + there's nae luck about the, 946. + +Humanity, O suffering, sad, 948. + still, sad music of, 947. + +Hunger best, who bears, 615. + +Huntsman, the healthy, 952. + +Husband, advices frae the wife despises, 954. + as the, is, the wife is, 953. + +Hypocrisy, evil that walks invisible, 956. + +Hypocrite had left his mark, 957. + + +Ice in June, 511. + motionless as, 958. + +Idea, teach the young, 959. + +Ignorance, from, our comfort flows, 962. + is the curse of God, 961. + +Ilium, topless towers of, 1670. + +Ills, cure for life's worst, 449. + the scholar's life assail, 965. + +Illusion is brief, 1477. + +Image, a lasting, of the mind, 1382. + +Imagination all compact, 966. + appear so fair to, 968. + is the air of mind, 967. + +Immortality, thoughts born for, 970. + this longing after, 969. + +Impossible, what's, can't be, 971. + +Impudence, he that has but, 972. + +Independence, let, be our boast, 976. + thy spirit, let me share, 975. + +Infidel, a daring, 980. + +Ingratitude, I hate, 983. + thou marble-hearted fiend, 984. + +Inhumanity, man's, to man, 986. + +Inn, every house was an, 942. + warmest welcome at an, 987. + +Innocence, glides in modest, away, 989. + silence of pure, 988. + +Instinct and reason, how divide, 990. + +Invention, the, all admired, 991. + +Iron, man that meddles with cold, 992. + +Isle in far-off seas, 993. + +Isles that o'erlace the sea, 994. + +Italia, who has fatal beauty, 995. + +Italy, my Italy, 996. + +Ivy green, a dainty plant, 997. + + +January, then came old, 998. + +Jealousy, beware, my lord, of, 999. + no true love without, 1000. + the injured lover's hell, 1001. + +Jest, a scornful, 1003. + +Jest's, a, prosperity lies in the, 1002. + +Jewel in an Ethiope's ear, 1004. + +John Anderson, my jo, 1109. + some said, print it, 1383. + +Joke to cure the dumps, 1005. + +Jove laughs at lovers' perjuries, 1327. + lifts the golden balances, 136. + +Joy, capacity for, 1006. + is the mainspring, 1007. + +Joys, how fading are the, 95. + too exquisite to last, 1008. + +Judas kissed his master, 1946. + +Judges soon the sentence sign, 950. + +Judgment, a Daniel come to, 1009 + reserve thy, 41. + thou art fled to brutish beasts, 1010. + where men of, creep, 1437. + +July, boiling like to fire, 1011. + +June, what so rare as a day in, 1012. + +Juries give their verdict, 1014. + +Jury passing on the prisoner's life, 1013. + +Just, actions of the, 23. + +Justice, finally, triumphs, 1017. + in fair round belly, 1015. + will o'ertake the crime, 1234. + + +Keys, two massy, he bore, 1018. + +Kin, a little more than, 1019. + makes the whole world, 1020. + +Kindness shall win my love, 1021. + unremembered acts of, 1022. + +Kings and mightiest potentates, 489. + are like stars, 1024. + may be blest, 964. + showers on her, barbaric pearl, 1025. + what have, save ceremony, 1023. + wretched state of, 1539. + +Kiss, I, your eyes, 1030. + me, and be quiet, 585. + one, and then another, 1031. + +Kisses, plucked up, by the roots, 1026. + remembered after death, 1032. + sweetness shed by, 1029. + +Kissing, for, not for contempt, 1027. + +Kitchen, in the, bred, 787. + +Knave, he's an arrant, 1033. + +Knaves, whip me such honest, 1034. + +Knell, by fairy hands is rung, 1035. + ne'er sighed at the sound of a, 1036. + +Knowledge, be innocent of the, 1614. + by suffering entereth, 1039. + comes, but wisdom lingers, 1040. + is as food, 1037. + is ourselves to know, 1038. + to their eyes her ample page, 1041. + true, leads to love, 1042. + + +Labor for his daily bread, 1046. + is prayer, 1044. + joy that springs from, 1045. + swan with bootless, swim, 1043. + to, is the lot of man, 1047. + +Ladies, like variegated tulips, 1048. + sigh no more, 973. + +Lady, accept the gift, 1751. + +Lake, on thy fair bosom, silver, 1049. + +Lamentation, its lonesome and low, 536. + +Land, my own, my native, 1051. + of brown heath, 1051. + +Landscape tire the view, 1053. + +Language, fit, there is none, 1054. + quaint and olden, 1055. + +Lark, the herald of the morn, 1056. + the, left his nest, 1057. + +Larks, the early, 1827. + +Lass, a penniless, 1058. + +Latin, that soft bastard, 1059. + +Laughter, holding his sides, 1060. + shakes the skies, 1061. + +Law, in, what plea so tainted, 1062. + sovereign, sits empress, 1064. + +Laws grind the poor, 1063. + +Leaf is on the tree, 245. + the sere, the yellow, 1065. + +Learning enlightens to corrupt the mind, 1069. + mourning for the death of, 1068. + on scraps of, dote, 1070. + +Leaves have their times to fall, 496. + like, on trees, 1067. + shady, of destiny, 541. + +Letters, all dead paper, 1073. + Cadmus gave, 1075. + that betray the heart's history, 1074. + +Liberty, I must have, 1076. + like day, breaks, 1079. + mountain nymph, sweet, 1081. + when, is gone, 1078. + +Liberty's, in, defence, 1077. + in every blow, 1080. + +Lie, an odious, damned, 1082. + nothing can need a, 1088. + +Life a curse and not a blessing, 1086. + by his, alone, 637. + high, 108. + hovers like a star, 1087. + is but a span, 500. + is not to be bought, 1092. + is scarce the twinkle of a star, 1088. + is so dreary, 536. + is the gift of God, 1089. + nor love thy, nor hate, 1085. + pure in its purpose, 981. + sacred burden is this, 248. + so careless of the single, 1093. + twenty years of, 1816. + what is, 1090. + whoso lives the holiest, 911. + +Life 's a short summer, 945. + a vast sea, 1091. + but a means, 614. + but a walking shadow, 1084. + +Light, a dim religious, 275. + offspring of Heaven, 1094. + that led astray, 1095. + that never was, 1096. + the prime work of God, 187. + to break and melt in sunder, 1097. + +Lightning, brief as the, 1098. + +Lightnings, the rending, 1883. + +Likeness, long shall we seek his, 1668. + +Lilacs, April brings again, 105. + +Lilies, in the beauty of the, 320. + in twisted braids of, 1100. + +Lily, mistress of the field, 1099. + +Line, cadence of a rugged, 252. + Marlowe's mighty, 1102. + marred the lofty, 1103. + will the, stretch, 577. + +Lion, wounds the earth, 1104. + +Lions, talks familiarly of, 197. + +Lips, her, are roses washed with dew, 1105. + when my, meet thine, 1028. + +Little, contented with, 1106. + man wants but, 1107. + +Lives of great men, 738. + +Loan, a, oft loses 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+ she never told her, 374. + taught him shame, 337. + this spring of, 1118. + took up the harp of Life, 319. + tunes the shepherd's reed, 1134. + what, can do, 1122. + when he draws his bow, 423. + +Loved and lost, better to have, 1128. + so kindly, had we never, 1129. + +Loveliness needs not ornament, 36. + when unadorned, adorned the most, 36. + +Lover rooted stays, 191. + +Loving are the daring, 476. + no pleasure like the pain of, 1132. + +Luxury, cursed by heaven, 1137. + it was a, to be, 1138. + + +Mad, I am not, 1139. + +Madding crowd's ignoble strife, 443. + +Madmen, the worst of, 1558. + +Madness, moody, laughing wild, 1141. + must not unwatched go, 1140. + +Madrigals, birds sing, 1518. + +Mahomet, moon of, 442. + +Maid, be good, sweet, 823. + +Maker, our, bids increase, 284. + +Malice, nor set down aught in, 96. + +Man, what, dare, I dare, 414. + dare do all that may become a, 415. + dwells apart, 1760. + foremost, of this world, 237. + good, never dies, 282. + groan, hear a 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joys of, 1159. + +Martyr in his shirt of fire, 1163. + +Martyrs, life has its, 1162. + +Master is of churlish disposition, 332. + +Masters, men are, of their fates, 1165. + we cannot all be, 1164. + +Match, sun ne'er saw her, 1326. + +Matter, Berkeley said there was no, 1166. + +Maxim, old, in the schools, 719. + +May, leads with her the flowery, 1169. + the new-born, 1168. + the voice is thine, sweet, 1167. + +Meals, unquiet, make ill digestions, 603. + +Means, I'll husband them, 271. + +Meat, some hae, and canna eat, 604. + +Meeting, at the hour of, 1171. + +Melancholy marked him for her own, 624. + there 's such a charm in, 1172. + these pleasures, give, 1173. + what charm can soothe her, 733. + +Melodies unheard before, 1175. + +Memory, dear to, though lost to sight, 1178. + eyes of, will not sleep, 1177. + from the table of, 1176. + pluck from, a rooted sorrow, 392. + +Men are children of larger growth, 1179. + I pity bashful, 146. + may jest with saints, 182. + that stumble at 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+November, he full gross and fat, 1264. + +November's rain descends, 1265. + +Numbers, I lisped in, 1266. + +Nun, quiet as a, 34. + + +Oak, I will rend an, 19 + who hath ruled in the greenwood, 1268. + +Oaks, charmed by the stars, 1267. + +Oar, soft moves the dipping, 198. + +Oars, our, keep time, 314. + were silver, 1269. + +Oaths that make the truth, 1270. + were not purposed to, 1271. + +Obedience is the Christian's crown, 1273. + +Obey, let them, 1272. + +Observation, doth not smack of, 1274. + +Observations which ourselves make, 1623. + +Ocean leans against the land, 517. + stretched in light, 1276. + sunless retreats of the, 547. + thou deep and dark blue, 1275. + wave, a life on the, 2033. + +October, calm sunshine of, 1277. + +October's foliage yellows, 1278. + +Odds, I would allow him, 521. + +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, 2008. + +Odyssey, Iliad and the, 143. + +Offence, detest the, 1280. + should bear his comment, 1279. + +Oil, incomparable, Macassar, 368. + +Old age 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I am Sir, 1286. + +Orations, make no long, 212. + +Orators, to the famous, repair, 1287. + +Order in variety we see, 64. + is heaven's first law, 1288. + +Ornament is but the guiled shore, 1289. + +Orthodox, prove their doctrine, 574. + +Owe, you say, you nothing, 505. + +Owl, the fatal bellman, 1290. + +Oyster, the world's mine, 2106. + + +Page, glory gilds the sacred, 175. + +Pageant, insubstantial, faded, 569. + +Pageants, they are black vesper's, 1689. + +Pain is no longer pain, 1292. + pays the income, 1291. + +Painter, when some great, 1294. + +Pair, kindest and the happiest, 739. + +Palm, like some tall, 1295. + +Palpable and familiar, 484. + +Pan is dead, 1296. + +Pang preceding death, 1297. + +Pangs, the keenest, the wretched find, 534. + +Paradise, how grows in, our store, 1298. + of Fools, 735. + +Pardon, a, after execution, 361. + +Parting is such sweet sorrow, 825. + the pain of, 1302. + +Partings break the heart, 1303. + +Passion leads or prudence points the way, 1403. + places which, loves, 1304. + the power of that sweet, 1120. + +Passions are likened to floods, 1305. + may I govern my, 1624. + oft, to hear her shell, 1239. + various ruling, 1543. + +Past, let the dead, bury its dead, 780. + over the trackless, 1306. + +Patience is a plant, 1311. + is the exercise of saints, 1310. + poor they are, that have not, 1308. + thou young cherubim, 1309. + times when, proves at fault, 1312. + +Patriots, true, all, 413. + +Pauper, he's only a, 202. + +Peace, a, is of the nature of a conquest, 1317. + hath her victories, 1320. + uproar the universal, 377. + was on the earth, 1321. + weak piping time of, 1318. + why prate of, 1319. + +Pearls at random strung, 1322. + +Pen, dull product of a scoffer's, 1324. + is mightier than the sword, 1323. + +People, a herd confused, 1325. + +Perseverance keeps honor bright, 1328. + +Person, what's a fine, 530. + +Persuasion, divine, flows, 1329. + +Petitions, petition me no, 1330. + +Phalanx, they move in perfect, 1213. + +Phantom of delight, 527. + +Philosophy, how charming is divine, 1331. + will clip an angel's wings, 1433. + +Physic, take, pomp, 1333. + throw, to the dogs, 1332. + +Piety, a trade, 1334. + +Pilot, 't is a fearful night, 1335. + +Pines, silent sea of, 1336. + +Pipe when tipped with amber, 1337. + +Pity gave ere charity began, 1339. + is the virtue of the law, 1338. + +Place, fittest, where man can die, 1340. + give me the lowest, 949. + stands upon a slippery, 471. + +Player, a strutting, 27. + +Playmates, I have had, 311. + +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short, 21. + and revenge more deaf than adders, 1342. + is as great, 303. + must succeed to pleasure, 1344. + to excess, 1343. + with, drugged, 1573. + +Pleasures are like poppies spread, 1345. + he soothed his soul to, 1346. + that to verse belong, 1352. + +Plough, following his, 301. + +Ploughman homeward plods, 450. + +Poet, God is the perfect, 1351. + worships without reward, 1350. + +Poetry, men are cradled into, by wrong, 1363. + not, that makes men poor, 1347. + +Poets are all who love, 1349. + have made us heirs, 1353. + +Pole, true as the needle to the, 1354. + +Poll, flaxen was his, 152. + +Pomegranate, from Browning some, 887. + +Poppies, with rain, overcharged, 1356. + +Possession means to sit astride of the world, 1360. + +Potations, banish long, 212. + +Poverty, but not my will, consents, 1361. + stood smiling in my sight, 1364. + +Power, they should take who have the, 1366. + what can, give, 1365. + +Prairie, low in the light the, lies, 1367. + +Praise from a friend, 285. + +Praising what is lost, 1368. + +Prayer incessant, if by, 1371. + more things are wrought by, 1374. + +Prayers, God answers sharp and sudden, 1373. + +Prayeth best who loveth best, 1372. + +Preached as never sure to preach again, 1375. + +Present is all thou hast, 1376. + +Press the people's right maintain, 1377. + turn to the, 1249. + +Priam's self shall fall, 1542. + +Pride hath no other glass, 1378. + that apes humility, 1379. + that putts the countrye doune, 343. + +Priest, the pale-eyed, 1380. + this, he merry is, 1916. + +Primrose, a, by a river's brim, 1381. + peeps beneath the thorn, 35. + +Princes, the death of, 168. + were privileged to kill, 438. + +Prior, here lies Matthew, 623. + +Prison make, stone walls do not a, 1384. + +Procrastination is the thief of time, 1385. + +Prodigies, when these, do meet, 1386. + +Promise, keep the word of, 1388. + +Promotion, none will sweat but for, 91. + +Proof, give me the ocular, 1389. + +Prose run mad, 1392. + warbler of poetic, 1393. + +Proselytes and converts, 405. + of one another's trade, 1394. + +Prospects, distant, please us, 1395. + +Prosperity, surer to prosper than, 1397. + +Prosperity's the very bond of love, 1396. + +Proteus rising from the sea, 937. + +Providence all good and wise, 1400. + alone secures, 1401. + behind a frowning, 656. + I may assert eternal, 1399. + there 's a special, 1398. + +Prude, yon ancient, 1404. + +Prussia hurried to the field, 1669. + +Pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, 1405. + +Punishment, back to thy, 1906. + +Puppets led about by wires, 530. + +Purity, a maid in the pride of her, 1407. + from the body's, 339. + +Purpose, shake my fell, 1408. + +Purse, costly as thy, can buy, 94. + who steals my, 1409. + +Pyramids are pyramids, 1410. + + +Quaker loves an ample brim, 1414. + +Quakers, upright, 1413. + +Quarrel, beware of entrance to a, 1415. + what is your, 399. + +Quarrels, they who in, interpose, 1416. + +Quickness, with too much, 1418. + +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, 1419. + +Quiets of the past, 1420. + +Quips and cranks, 1421. + +Quotations, critics suffer in wrong, 1423. + + +Rabble all alive, 1201. + +Race, he lives to build a generous, 1424. + +Rage, could swell the soul to, 1425. + +Rain came down in slanting lines, 1429. + comes when the wind calls, 1428. + how beautiful is the, 1427. + it raineth every day, 1426. + trickling, doth fall, 625. + +Rainbow, an awful, 1433. + be thou the, 1391. + colors of the, 356. + comes and goes, 1432. + God hath set his, 1253. + +Rank is but the guinea stamp, 1435. + superior worth your, requires, 1434. + +Rattle, pleased with a, 308. + +Reader reads no more, 1440. + +Reading, such, as was never read, 1441. + +Realms, these are our, 1442. + +Reason, a woman's, 1443. + feast of, 219. + guides our deeds, 990. + I would make, my guide, 1445. + raise o'er instinct, 1444. + sanctity of, 1447. + the confidence of, give, 1446. + war with rhyme, 1508. + +Rebellion began to grow slack, 1449. + froze them up, 1448. + +Rebuff, then welcome each, 1450. + +Rebukes, a lady so tender of, 1451. + +Rechabite poor Will must live, 69. + +Reckoning, no, made, 17. + when the banquet's o'er, 1452. + +Reconcilement, never can, grow, 1454. + +Records that defy the tooth of time, 1455. + +Recreation, none so free as fishing, 1457. + sweet, barred, 1456. + +Reflection, remembrance and, 1459. + +Reformation, plotting some new, 1460. + +Regret can die, 1461. + wild with all, 1462. + +Reign, to, is worth ambition, 576. + +Relief, for this, much thanks, 353. + +Religion crowns the statesman, 1465. + has so seldom found, 1466. + in, what error, 1463. + is a spring, 1464. + stands on tiptoe, 1467. + veils her sacred fires, 1218. + +Remedies oft in ourselves do lie, 1468. + +Remember the fir trees dark and high, 1472. + what the Lord hath done, 1370. + +Remembered, I 've been so long, 1471. + +Remembrance, makes the, dear, 1470. + writ in, 1469. + +Remorse is as the heart, 1473. + +Renown, deathless my, 1474. + +Repartee, a man renowned for, 1475. + +Repentance is long, 1477. + is the weight, 1478. + rears her snaky crest, 1479. + who by, is not satisfied, 1476. + +Repose, best of men have loved, 1480. + in statue-like, 1481. + +Reproaches, slanderous, 1719. + +Reproof on her lips, 1483. + those can bear, 1482. + +Reputation, at every word a, dies, 544. + seeking the bubble, 1754. + the purest treasure, 1484. + +Resignation gently slopes away, 1487. + +Resolution, the native hue of, 386. + +Respect upon the world, 1489. + +Respects himself, he that, 1633. + +Rest is sweet after strife, 1491. + too much, becomes a pain, 1492. + +Retirement, O blest, 1495. + +Retiring from the popular noise, 1494. + +Retreat, a brave, 1496. + +Revelry, midnight shout and, 1497. + there was a sound of, 1498. + +Revenge, back on itself recoils, 1500. + +Reverence, none so poor to do him, 254. + to yond peeping moon, 1502. + +Revolution, there is great talk of, 1503. + +Rhetoric, dear wit and gay, 1505. + he could not ope his mouth, 1504. + +Rhetorician's, a, rules, 1932. + +Rhine, the river, 1507. + the wide and winding, 1506. + +Rhinoceros, the armed, 414. + +Rhyme, build the lofty, 1509. + hitches in a, 1996. + the rudder is of verses, 1510. + +Rich, if thou art, thou art poor, 2036. + +Rich with forty pounds a year, 340. + +Riches in a little room, 1511. + the toil of fools, 1512. + +Ride, a wild and lonely, 1761. + +Ridicule is a weak weapon, 1513. + sacred to, 1514. + +Right the day must win, 1516. + was right, 1515. + whatever is, is, 1517. + +River glideth, 1520. + +Rivers, by shallow, 1518. + how they run, 1519. + +Road, on a lonesome, 708. + +Robin, call for the, and the wren, 1066. + +Rock, moulder piecemeal on the, 1522. + of Ages, 1523. + this, shall fly, 1524. + +Rod, his, reversed, 1525. + to check the erring, 593. + +Roman, rather be a dog than such a, 1527. + the noblest, 1528. + +Romance, shores of old, 1530. + +Romances paint people's wooings, 1529. + +Rome, aisles of Christian, 247. + grandeur that was, 1531. + +Room, who sweeps a, 24. + +Rose, a, should shut, 1535. + distilled, 283. + looks fair, 1533. + no more desire a, 1532. + saith in the dewy morn, 1536. + would smell as sweet, 1242. + +Rosebuds, gather ye, 1914. + +Roses, I wish the sky would rain, 1534. + in December, 511. + strew on her, 1537. + +Rousseau, self-torturing sophist, wild, 1538. + +Rout on rout, 383. + +Ruin, fires of, glow, 1541. + prodigious, swallows all, 1542. + seize thee, 382. + upon ruin, 383. + +Ruins of himself, 507. + +Rumor is a pipe, 1544. + +Rural life, pleasures of the, 1545. + + +Sabbath brings its release, 1550. + eternal, of his rest, 1549. + he who ordained the, 1547. + +Sailor, a drunken, on a mast, 1552. + messmate, hear a brother, 1554. + +Sails, purple the, 1555. + that drift at night, 1671. + +Saint, a, run mad, 1558. + in crape, 108. + John mingles with my friendly bowl, 219. + would be, the devil a, 546. + +Saints began their reign, 1557. + immortal reign, 1559. + who led the way to heaven, 1560. + will aid, 1561. + +Salt, the, is spilt, 1562. + who ne'er knew, 1564. + why shun the, 1563. + +Salutations of the crowd, 1358. + +Salvation, no relish of, 1565. + none of us should see, 1566. + +Sand, an heap of lime and, 1540. + +Sands, come unto these yellow, 1567. + ignoble things, 1568. + o' Dee, 277. + +Sappho loved and sung, 843. + +Satan, arch-enemy, called, 1569. + finds some mischief still, 1570. + stood unterrify'd, 360. + trembles when he sees, 1571. + was now at hand, 445. + +Satire, in general, 1576. + let, be my song, 1575. + +Satire's my weapon, 1574. + +Savage, wild in woods, 1577. + +Saws, full of wise, 1015. + +Scandal them, fawn on men, and, 1579. + waits on greatest state, 1578. + +Scars, gashed with honorable, 1582. + he jests at, 1581. + +Scene, solitary, silent, solemn, 331. + +Scenes, gay gilded, 1583. + +Sceptic, whatever, could inquire for, 1585. + +Sceptre, a barren, 444. + shows the force of power, 1586. + +Schemes, our most romantic, 583. + +Scholar, a ripe and good, 1587. + the gentleman and, 1588. + +Scholars, the land of, 1589. + +School, the master taught his, 1591. + +School-boy, the whining, 1590. + +Schools, bewildered in the maze of, 430. + +Science frowned not on his humble birth, 1174. + O star-eyed, 1593. + trace, then, with modesty thy guide, 1592. + +Scorn makes after-love the more, 1594. + on the pedestal of, 1596. + the sound of public, 1597. + to point his finger at, 1595. + +Scotia, my native soil, 1599. + +Scotland, stands, where it did, 1598. + +Scotland's strand, fair, 1600. + +Scribblers are my game, 1601. + +Scripture, the devil can cite, 1422. + writ by God's own hand, 1602. + +Sculptor wields the chisel, 1604. + +Sculpture is more divine, 1603. + +Sea, alone on a wide, 71. + compassed by the inviolate, 1607. + down to a sunless, 282. + grew civil at her song, 1605. + is a thief, 1521. + puft up with proud disdaine, 1882. + sailed upon the dark blue, 1556. + the blue, the fresh, 1606. + when the, was roaring, 1608. + +Seamen on the deep, 1553. + +Seas roll to waft me, 262. + +Seasons, all please alike, 1611. + in four forms appear, 1610. + return, with the year, 1612. + +Seat, a, in some poetic nook, 1613. + +Secret, a, in his mouth, 1616. + +Sect, slave to no, 1618. + with every, agreed, 1617. + +Security is mortal's chiefest enemy, 1619. + +Seed, fruit from such a, 1620. + who soweth good, 1493. + +Self, smote the chord of, 319. + something dearer than, 1621. + to thine own, be true, 211. + +Self-concern, in others, 1629. + +Self-defence is a virtue, 1625. + +Self-dispraise, a luxury in, 1627. + +Self-esteem, nothing profits more than, 1628. + +Self-love is not so vile a sin, 1630. + +Self-love, the spring of motion, 1631. + +Self-reproach, men who feel no, 1632. + +Self-sacrifice, the spirit of, 1634. + +Senates, the applause of listening, 103. + +Sense, good, the gift of heaven, 1636. + motions of the, 1635. + +Sensibilities are so acute, 1637. + +Sensibility, thou keen delight, 1638. + +September waves his golden-rod, 1640. + +Sermon, perhaps turn out a, 1642. + +Sermons in stones, 1641. + +Serpent, like Aaron's, 1645. + of old Nile, 1644. + sting thee twice, 1643. + the trail of the, 1646. + +Serpent's tooth, sharper than a, 985. + +Serve, 't is nobleness to, 1648. + +Service devine, she sange the, 1647. + poorest, is repaid, 1893. + small, is true service, 769. + +Sex, no stronger than my, 1649. + spirits can either, assume, 1650. + +Sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, 1651. + tolled the bell, 1652. + +Shadow both ways falls, 1654. + see my, as I pass, 1653. + +Shaft, when I had lost one, 1656. + +Shakespeare, Fancy's child, 1660. + on whose forehead, 1659. + thou art a monument, 1658. + tongue that, spake, 757. + what needs my, 1661. + +Shame, her blush of maiden, 1663. + where is thy blush, 1662. + +Shape, if, it might be called, 1665. + take any, but that, 1664. + +She is mine own, 2044. + walks the waters, 1672. + was a form of life, 748. + +Shell, applying to his ear a, 1666. + +Shelley, did you once see, 1667. + +Shells, picking up, by the ocean, 1251. + +Shepherd, every, tells his tale, 880. + +Sheridan, hurrah for, 1796. + nature formed but one such man, 1668. + +Ship, as idle as a painted, 1673. + has weathered every rack, 264. + of State, 1316. + steer a, becalmed, 828. + +Ships have gone down at sea, 1941. + +Shore, a rapture on the lonely, 1679. + left their beauty on the, 1678. + +Shot, bounding at the, 1785. + heard round the world, 239. + +Show and gaze o' the time, 1681. + books and money placed for, 1682. + +Shriek, a solitary, 62. + +Shrine, a faith's pure, 1683. + +Sickness, this, doth infect, 1684. + +Sighs, a world of, 1685. + +Sight, it is a goodly, 1688. + lost to, to memory dear, 7. + O loss of, 187. + +Silence bewrays more woe, 1691. + deep as death, 1694. + is the herald of joy, 1690. + more musical than song, 1692. + was pleased, 1693. + where hath been no sound, 1695. + +Silver, moon that tips with, 1696 + +Simplicity, in his, sublime, 1699. + simple truth miscalled, 1698. + +Sin, cut off in my, 1700. + I waive the quantum o' the, 1704. + in lashing, 1702. + one, another doth provoke, 1701. + the good man's, 1703. + +Sincerity, showed bashful, 1706. + +Sing because I must, 1711. + seraph, poet, 1709. + +Singing, all my heart in my, 1710. + +Singularity, all have some darling, 1713. + +Sins they are inclined to, 1705. + +Sister, when I was but your, 1714. + +Skill, simple truth his utmost, 1715. + +Skin not colored like his own, 1723. + +Sky, souls are ripened in our northern, 1717. + the, is changed, 1718. + the, is overcast, 1884. + +Slackness breeds worms, 250. + +Slander, foulest whelp of sin, 1721. + sharper than the sword, 1720. + +Slave, this yellow, 1207. + thou art a, 1722. + whatever day makes man a, 1725. + +Sleep hath its own world, 1731. + he giveth his beloved, 1733. + life is rounded with a, 1727. + O magic, 1730. + silent as night, 1734. + that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, 1728. + that knows not breaking, 1732. + the poor man's wealth, 1728. + tired nature's sweet restorer, 1729. + will bring thee dreams, 1735. + +Slime that sticks on filthy deeds, 921. + +Sloth views the towers of Fame, 1736. + +Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, 1737. + +Smile, and be a villain, 1738. + Death grinned a ghastly, 1740. + from partial beauty won, 1741. + that was childlike and bland, 1739. + the good man's, 1742. + +Smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, 221. + +Smoke that so gracefully curled, 1748. + +Snail, creeping like, 220. + shrinks backward, 1744. + +Snails, her feet like, 699. + +Snake, we have scotch'd the, 1745. + +Snow, a cheer for the, 1747. + in December, 1746. + the, arrives, 1748. + +Snow-drop, the, comes on, 1749. + +Snuff, he only took, 1750. + prevent your ladyship from taking, 1751. + +Society became my glittering bride, 1753. + man in, is like a flower, 1752. + one polished horde, 209. + +Softness and attractive grace, 397. + +Soldier, full of oaths, 1754. + he would have been a, 1755. + shall I ask the brave, 436. + the broken, 1756. + thou more than, 1757. + +Soles, let firm, protect thy feet, 1677. + +Solid men of Boston, 212. + +Solitude sometimes is society, 1758. + where are the charms, 1759. + +Son, a booby, 1763. + no, of mine succeeding, 1762. + +Song, dear to gods and men is sacred, 1766. + forbids deeds to die, 1712. + higher than the perfect, 1888. + moralized his, 1765. + one immortal, 1764. + still govern thou my, 120. + +Sonnet, scorn not the, 1767. + +Sons and brothers at a strife, 399. + of France, awake to glory, 807. + +Sorrow comes too soon, 1770. + give, words, 1768. + hang, 270. + one, never comes, 1769. + +Sorrow's crown of sorrow, 1771. + +Sorrows, tell all thy, 379. + +Sots, what can ennoble, 82. + +Soul, bruised with adversity, 38. + Charoba once possest, 263. + discontented with capacity, 263. + flow of, 219. + he shall not blind his, 338. + is as free as the stars, 1639. + that rises with us, 178. + the depth of the, 1774. + the sleepless, 301. + whither went his, 1772. + +Soul's, the, prerogative, 1773. + +Souls, two, with but a single thought, 1981. + +Sound must seem an echo, 1775. + +Source of being, hail, 522. + +Spain, lovely, 1776. + +Sparrow, providence in the fall of a, 1398. + +Speak, know when to, 42. + +Spear, to equal the tallest pine, 1777. + +Speculation in those eyes, 795. + +Speech is but broken light, 1779. + rude in my, 1778. + +Spenser, fancy's pleasing son, 1780. + +Spires, whose finger points to heaven, 1781. + +Spirit, the strongest, that fought in heaven, 539. + +Spirits from the vasty deep, 1782. + +Splendor in the grass, 1784. + +Spring, come, gentle, 1787. + first, like infancy, 1610. + in the, a livelier iris, 1786. + of love resembleth, 1980. + there's no such season, 1788. + +Springe, she sets, a, 407. + +Spur, I have no, 75. + to prick us to redress, 1458. + +Stage, all the world's a, 1789. + +Star, constant as the northern, 394. + looks forth alone, 1793. + +Stars have lit the welkin dome, 714. + keep not their motion, 1790. + of the night, 1791. + shot madly from their spheres, 1605. + the poetry of heaven, 1792. + two of the fairest, 644. + +Starving, who longest can hold out at, 615. + +State, done the, some service, 96. + mock the air with idle, 385. + thousand years scarce form a, 1794. + +Statesman to a prince, 1795. + +Steed that saved the day, 1796. + +Steeples, where my high, 1540. + +Step, I hear that creaking, 210. + +Stoics boast their virtue fixed, 93. + +Stones of Rome to rise, 1797. + +Storm, against some, 1798. + rides upon the, 1799. + under the, and the cloud, 371. + +Storms, give her to the god of, 1800. + +Story of my life, 1801. + teach him how to tell my, 1802. + +Strangers, by, honored, and by strangers mourned, 1803. + +Straw, tickled with a, 308. + +Streets, gibber in the Roman, 1804. + +Strength, excellent to have a giant's, 1805. + +Strife, no, to heal, 1807. + the madding crowd's ignoble, 443. + +Strike, for your altars and your fires, 1313. + +Striving to better, oft we mar, 1808. + +Strong, to be, is to be happy, 1806. + +Study is like the sun, 1809. + is the trifling of the mind, 1810. + +Success, life lives only in, 1813. + not in mortals to command, 1814. + things ill got had ever bad, 1812. + +Suffering ended with the day, 1481. + to, tears are due, 1815. + +Sufferings, to each his, 378. + +Summer, eternal, gilds them yet, 1818. + grows adult, 1610. + +Sun, a, will pierce, 1822. + hath made a golden set, 1829. + in dim eclipse, 607. + is going down, 1882. + the descending, 1831. + the glorious, 1820. + the, is set, 633. + the worshipped, peered forth, 601. + unruly, 1821. + upon an Easter-day, 467. + +Sunday shines no Sabbath-day, 1548. + take, through the week, 1551. + +Sunflower, light enchanted, 1823. + shining fair, 1826. + the, turns on her god, 1824. + +Sunflowers blow in a glow, 1825. + +Suns to light me rise, 262. + +Sunset, the wondrous golden, 1830. + +Sunshine broken in the rill, 1834. + eternal, settles on its head, 341. + is a glorious birth, 806. + see the gold, 1833. + shall follow the rain, 371. + +Surfeit is the father of fast, 1835. + +Surprise, mouth that testified, 1836. + +Suspense, a cool, 1837. + +Suspicion haunts the guilty mind, 1838. + +Swain, remote from cities lived a, 781. + +Swallow-people, play the, 1839. + +Swan, cygnet to this pale faint, 754. + spreads his snowy sail, 1050. + with arched neck, 1840. + +Swears a prayer or two, 1841. + +Sweet, things, to taste, 1843. + +Sweetness, of linked, 1844. + +Swiftness never ceasing, 1846. + +Swimmer in his agony, 62. + +Swimmer's, a, stroke, 1847. + +Sword, a naked, 1849. + thy maiden, 1848. + +Symbol of hunger, 2081. + +Sympathy of love, 1850. + there 's naught like, 1851. + +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, 1852. + + +Tale, a round unvarnished, 1855. + I could a, unfold, 1854. + who so shall tell a, 1853. + +Talk, it would, 1861. + they, who never think, 1859. + to conceal the mind, 1860. + +Talkers are no good doers, 1857. + +Talking, I profess not, 5. + +Tasso, their glory and their shame, 1862. + +Tasso's echoes are no more, 1994. + +Taste, good native, 1864. + talk what you will of, 1863. + +Tastes, various are the, 1865. + +Taxes, at, rails, 1867. + +Tea, sometimes take, 411. + without a stratagem, 1868. + +Teaching and my authority, 1869. + +Tear wiped with a little address, 30. + +Tears and love for the Gray, 1878. + beauty's, are lovelier, 1877. + idle tears, 1876. + more merry, 1191. + of bearded men, 1874. + our present, 1872. + stood on her cheeks, 1871. + such as angels weep, 1873. + the big round, 1870. + thoughts too deep for, 1875. + +Temper, man of such a feeble, 1879. + +Temperate in every place, 1880. + +Tempers, strange how some men's, 566. + +Tempest, foretells a, 1881. + +Temptation, safe from, 1887. + why comes, 1957. + +Terror, there is no, in your threats, 1890. + +Test, bring me to the, 1891. + +Text, many a holy, 1892. + +Thane, your face, my, 653. + +Thanks to men of noble minds, 1894. + +Theatre, as in a, 1895. + the world 's a, 28. + +Thief, steals from the, 1896. + the sun 's a, 1521. + +Thieves and pillagers, 177. + +Thing, evil, that walks by night, 797. + made up of tears and light, 1431. + +Things a wise man will not trust, 974. + +Things, all, are ready, 29. + are where things are, 681. + +Thinking, with too much, 1418. + +Thirst, that panting, 1897. + +Thorn that scents the evening gale, 783. + why choose the rankling, 1898. + +Thought is deeper than speech, 1903. + is eternal, 1900. + no, should be untold, 1901. + of our past years, 174. + wed with thought, 1902. + what is this, 160. + +Thoughts of men are widened, 1387. + our, are ours, 1899. + too deep for tears, 1875. + +Thread, sewing a double, 1904. + +Thrift, thrift, Horatio, 1907. + may follow fawning, 690. + +Throne of royal state, 1908. + +Thunder, idle, in his hand, 1909. + leaps the live, 1910. + +Tide in the affairs of men, 1912. + the turning o' the, 1911. + +Tiger, the Hyrcanian, 414. + +Tile, in cut and die so like a, 153. + +Time, away and mock the, 568. + doth waste me, 1913. + threefold the stride of, 1915. + +Titles are jests, 1917. + are marks of honest men, 1918. + despite those, 1622. + +Toad, squat like a, 1919. + ugly and venomous, 37. + +Tobacco, sublime, 1920. + +To-day, call, his own, 1921. + our cares are all, 1922. + +Toe, on the light, fantastic, 468. + +Toil, the horny hands of, 1923. + +Tomb, from the, nature cries, 1924. + +Tombs, gilded, worms infold, 97. + +To-morrow, and to-morrow, 1925. + comes, 1927. + where art thou, beloved, 1928. + +To-morrow's sun may never rise, 1926. + +Tongue, a good, in thy head, 1929. + +Tongue, his, dropt manna, 610. + in every wound, 1797. + let the, lick pomp, 1930. + still his, ran on, 1858. + that Shakespeare spake, 757. + who dare dishonor the, 1931. + +Tongues in trees, 37. + of dying men, 119. + +Toothache, could endure the, 1933. + +Torrent, the loud, 1934. + +Torture, waters boil in endless, 1935. + +Towers and battlements, 1936. + the cloud-capped, 569. + +Town, man made the, 1937. + +Toys, seeks fantastic, 1938. + +Trade's proud empire, 1940. + unfeeling train, 1939. + +Train, a melancholy, 342. + +Tranquillity, heaven was all, 1941. + +Trash, wring from peasants their, 1866. + +Traveller, now spurs the, 1942. + +Travellers must be content, 1943. + +Travelling, in, I take pleasures, 1944. + +Treason doth never prosper, 1947. + flourished over us, 1945. + is not owned, 1948. + +Treasons, stratagems, and spoils, 1235. + +Treasure, heaps of miser's, 1949. + +Tree, corruption is a, 408. + dark, still sad, 460. + fruit of that forbidden, 563. + +Trees, a brotherhood of venerable, 1953. + can smile in light, 1950. + mine ease under the, 741. + the lives of, 1811. + +Trial, we learn through, 1954. + +Tribe, the daring, compound their trash, 1412. + +Tricks that are vain, 433. + +Trifle, think nought a, 1956. + +Trifles make the sum of human things, 1955. + +Trouble, double toil and, 1958. + +Trust thee, so far will I, 380. + +Truth and loyalty, 705. + beauty is, 1969. + crushed to earth, 1962. + forever on the scaffold, 1970. + has such a face, 1964. + hath better deeds than words, 1301. + is one, 1966. + is the highest thing, 1960. + is truth, 1967. + no cleaner thing than love, 1968. + severe, by fairy fiction, 704. + tell, and shame the devil, 1961. + whispering tongues can poison, 395. + +Tulip, then comes the, 1971. + +Turf, green be the, 1973. + +Turk, like the, 1974. + +Twig is bent, the tree 's inclin'd, 609. + +Twilight, disastrous, sheds, 607. + fell upon the sea, 1976. + gray, 1975. + +Twins from the birth, 683. + +Tyranny of blood and chains, 1979. + +Tyrants seem to kiss, 1977. + 'twixt kings and, 1978. + + +Unction, flattering, to your soul, 528. + +Unfortunate, one more, 1438. + +Union, strong and great, 1316. + +Unity, confound all, 377. + +Urania govern thou my song, 120. + +Urn, has filled his, 365. + +Use doth breed a habit in a man, 457. + things beyond all, 1983. + +Utter what thou dost not know, 1615. + + +Vale of years, declined into the, 54. + +Valentine, couple with my, 1985. + +Valiant never taste of death, 426. + +Valor, fear to do base things is, 1986. + shows but a bastard, 1817. + +Vanity, insatiate cormorant, 1987. + what will not, maintain, 1988. + +Vapor, as a, all doth vanish, 1224. + melting in a tear, 1989. + +Variety, order in, 64. + +Variety 's the spice of life, 1990. + +Vault, heaven's ebon, 1991. + +Vengeance, in, there is scorn, 1992. + to God alone belongs, 1501. + +Venice, I stood in, 1993. + +Ventures, lose our, 453. + +Verse, a, may find him, 1348. + married to immortal, 1844. + sweetens toil, 1997. + +Vessel, a brave, 1674. + splitting, on the rock, 1675. + +Vessels large may venture, 281. + +Vice, a, good old-gentlemanly, 133. + can bolt her arguments, 1999. + from no one, exempt, 398. + is a monster, 2000. + there is no, so simple, 1998. + +Victory, graced with wreaths of, 2001. + it was a famous, 2002. + +Villain, a, in all Denmark, 1033. + one murder made a, 438. + which is the, 2005. + +Villas, suburban, 2004. + +Vine, monarch of the, 2006. + +Vines that round the thatch-eaves run, 127. + +Violet by a mossy stone, 2007. + throw a perfume on the, 638. + +Violets, when sweet, sicken, 2008. + +Virginity, hath hurtful power o'er, 797. + +Virtue, assume a, 2012. + calumny will sear, 257. + may be assailed, 2013. + starves while vice is fed, 2014. + that possession would not show us, 1359. + +Virtues, their, we write in water, 2011. + which in parents shine, 81. + +Vision, a faery, 356. + in solemn, 2015. + +Visions of glory, 1687. + +Visit, annual, o'er the globe, 366. + +Voice, her, was ever soft, 2016. + +Vows, lovers', seem sweet, 2018. + made in pain, 600. + may be broken, 2017. + +Vulcan his office plies, 1061. + + +Wagers, fools for arguments use, 2019. + +Walks abroad, whene'er I take my, 2021. + echoing, between, 2020. + +Waller was smooth, 589. + +Want gives to know the friend, 1362. + +War, grim-visaged, 2023. + is a game, 2024. + is a terrible trade, 2026. + is still the cry, 2025. + then was the tug of, 844. + thou son of hell, 2022. + to provoke, 1402. + +Wardens of your farms, 177. + +Warrior, he lay like a, 2028. + +Washington's a watchword, 2029. + +Water, smooth runs the, 2030. + what good, is worth, 2031. + +Wave, a life on the ocean, 2033. + is breaking on the shore, 1252. + so dies a, 2032. + +Way, the heaven's pathless, 2034. + +Ways that are dark, 433. + +Weakness, all wickedness is, 2035. + +Web, a tangled, we weave, 509. + +Wedding, never, ever wooing, 723. + +Weed, a, tossed to and fro, 1609. + +Weeds, dank and dropping, 2038. + +Weep, women must, 2105. + +Weight, I give this heavy, 3. + +Welcome to our house, 2039. + +Welcomes, a hundred thousand, 2040. + +Wheels of weary life stood still, 344. + +Whim, let every man enjoy his, 978. + +Whistled as he went, 1984. + +Whole, all are parts of one, 811. + +Wickedness, a method in man's, 2042. + +Widows, may, wed, 2043. + +Wife by her husband stays, 2046. + this sweet wee, 2047. + unclouded welcome of a, 2048. + +Will, executes a freeman's, 2050. + +Willow, willow, willow, 2051. + +Wind is rising, 2053. + more inconstant than the, 581. + of western birth, 2054. + the, of night, 2055. + the southern, 1881. + what, blew you hither, 2052. + +Windows that exclude the light, 2056. + +Wine can make the sage frolic, 2058. + makes love forget, 2057. + +Wing, this sail is as a noiseless, 2059. + +Wings, at heaven's gates she claps her, 2060. + +Winter chills the lap of May, 2064. + comes to rule, 2062. + creeps along with tardy pace, 1610. + has yet brighter scenes, 2063. + of our discontent, 2061. + the silver pencil of the, 2065. + +Wisdom and fortune, 2066. + +Wisdom's self oft seeks, 2069. + well, the stream from, 2068. + +Wise, 't is folly to be, 963. + to-day, be, 525. + what is it to be, 2067. + +Wish was father to that thought, 2070. + +Wishes lengthen as our sun declines, 2071. + +Wit, a mouse's, 2072. + brevity the soul of, 235. + I have neither, 195. + is out, when age is in, 51. + men famed for, 2075. + on the wings of borrowed, 2076. + will shine, 252. + +Wit 's, a, a feather, 922. + an unruly engine, 2073. + +Wits are to madness allied, 2074. + +Wives may be merry, 2045. + +Woe doth tread upon another's heel, 1198. + the deepest notes of, 2080. + trappings and the suits of, 2078. + +Woes, rare are solitary, 2079. + that wait on age, 59. + +Woman, earth's noblest thing, 2088. + in our hours of ease, 2090. + lovely, stoops to folly, 733. + mixed of such fine elements, 2092. + nothing lovelier in, 2084. + she is a, 422. + so she's good, 2089. + that deliberates is lost, 2091. + we had been brutes without you, 2085. + we will work for a, 2093. + +Woman 's a contradiction still, 2087. + will, torrent of a, 2086. + +Women are as roses, 2082. + honor to, 2083. + should never be dated, 58. + +Wonder, it gives me, 1170. + of an hour, 2094. + +Woodland, like a human mind, 2095. + +Woodman, spare that tree, 2096. + +Woods are an ever-new delight, 741. + whispered it to the, 2097. + +Word in season spoken, 231. + +Words, a dearth of, 404. + are no deeds, 2098. + are things, 2102. + chaste, from a bashful mind, 1697. + have power to assuage, 2100. + immodest, admit no defence, 512. + never to heaven go, 2099. + our, have wings, 2101. + +Wordsworth's healing power, 2103. + +Work, free men freely, 2104. + men must, 2105. + there is always, 1923. + +Workmen, when, strive, 424. + +World, bestride the narrow, 355. + I have not loved the, 2110. + is all a fleeting show, 2109. + service of the antique, 91. + this pendent, 2108. + too much respect upon the, 2107. + uncertain comes and goes, 191. + +World 's, the, a theatre, 28. + +Worm, the smallest, will turn, 2111. + +Worship without words, 2112. + +Worth, courage, honor, 296. + makes the man, 2113. + +Wound, willing to, 2115. + +Wounds bind up my, 2114. + wept o'er his, 707. + +Wrath, Achilles', 2117. + come not within my, 2116. + +Wreaths, victorious 2118. + +Wrecks, a thousand fearful, 2119. + +Wretch, a needy, 2120. + an inhuman, 446. + +Wretches hang that jurymen may dine, 950. + that depend on greatness' favor, 689. + +Wrinkle what stamps the, 59. + +Write you, with ease 2121. + +Writing well, nature's chief masterpiece, 2122. + +Wrong forever on the throne, 1970. + on, swift vengeance waits, 2123. + +Wrongs unredressed, 2124. + + +Xerxes did die, 2125. + + +Years following years, 2127. + I sigh not over vanished, 2128. + none would live past, 2129. + the accomplishment of, 2126. + +Yesterday, oh, call back, 2130. + the word of Cćsar might, 254. + +Yew, hails me to wonder, 548. + old, which graspest, 2131. + +Youth, home keeping, 2133. + how beautiful is, 2135. + how buoyant are thy hopes, 2134. + lost days of our, 1306. + no less becomes, 2132. + on the prow, 2136. + + +Zeal, his, none seconded, 2138. + served my God with, 2137. + +Zealots, graceless, fight, 663. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + +***** This file should be named 15119-8.txt or 15119-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 21, 2005 [EBook #15119] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + + + + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the PG Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="./images/cover_lg.jpg"> +<img src="./images/cover_sm.jpg" alt="Book Cover, Painting of man, woman, and child" title="Cover" /></a> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1>HANDY DICTIONARY</h1> +<h1>OF</h1> +<h1>POETICAL QUOTATIONS</h1> +<p><br /> +<br /></p> +<h2>COMPILED BY</h2> +<h2>GEORGE W. POWERS</h2> +<p><br /></p> +<h3>AUTHOR OF "IMPORTANT EVENTS," ETC.</h3> +<p><br /></p> +<h3>NEW YORK</h3> +<h3>THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.</h3> +<h3>PUBLISHERS</h3> +<p><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /></p> +<h3>1901</h3> +<h3>BY T.Y. CROWELL & COMPANY.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="./images/longfellow_lg.jpg"> +<img src="images/longfellow_sm.jpg" alt="frontispiece, Henry W. Longfellow" /></a> +</div> +<h4>Henry W. Longfellow</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>Table of Contents</h2> +<p><small>[Transcriber's note: The original text did not contain a table of contents. +It has been added for the reader's convenience.]</small></p> + <div><a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE</b></a><br /><br /> + <a href="#QUOTATIONS"><b>QUOTATIONS:</b></a><br /><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;"> + <a href="#Alphabet_A"><b>A</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_B"><b>B</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_C"><b>C</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_D"><b>D</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_E"><b>E</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_F"><b>F</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_G"><b>G</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_H"><b>H</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_I"><b>I</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_J"><b>J</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_K"><b>K</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_L"><b>L</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_M"><b>M</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_N"><b>N</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_O"><b>O</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_P"><b>P</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Q"><b>Q</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_R"><b>R</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_S"><b>S</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_T"><b>T</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_U"><b>U</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_V"><b>V</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_W"><b>W</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_X"><b>X</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Y"><b>Y</b></a> + <a href="#Alphabet_Z"><b>Z</b></a></span><br /><br /> + <a href="#INDEX_TO_AUTHORS"><b>INDEX TO AUTHORS</b></a><br /><br /> + <a href="#INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS"><b>INDEX TO QUOTATIONS</b></a><br /></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE" />PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>It has been the aim of the compiler of this little book to present a +Dictionary of Poetical Quotations which will be a ready reference to +many of the most familiar stanzas and lines of the chief poets of the +English language, with a few selections from Continental writers; and +also some less familiar selections from more modern poets, which may in +time become classic, or which at least have a contemporary interest. +Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our +language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of +illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and +sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries.</p> + +<p>But often old ideas in a new dress are welcome to readers who might not +have been attracted by the old forms; and each generation has its +peculiar modes of expression if not its new lines of thought. It is +hoped that this mingling of the old and the new will not be without +interest. To carry out the plan of making this a "handy" dictionary of +quotations and, at the same time, as comprehensive as the space +permitted, it has been necessary to confine the illustration of the +topics selected to brief extracts from each author. Of course, in all +books of quotations the great name of Shakespeare fills the largest +space; and the compiler of this book, as well as all students of +Shakespeare, is under obligation to the painstaking compilers of the +concordances to this poet, and especially to Mr. Bartlett's monumental +work. To many other compilers of quotations, especially to the <i>Poetical +Quotations</i> of Anna L. Ward (published by Messrs. T.Y. Crowell & Co.), +the author is under obligations; while he has made an independent +examination of the more recent poets, as well as many of the older ones. +The topics illustrated number 2138, selected from the writings of 255 +authors. The indexes, which will be found full and complete, were +prepared by Mrs. Grace E. Powers, who has also rendered valuable +assistance in preparing the copy for the press and in reading the +proofs.</p> + +<p>G.W.P.</p> + +<p>DORCHESTER, MASS., +July, 1901.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div><a name="QUOTATIONS" id="QUOTATIONS" /></div> +<h2>HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL</h2> +<h2>QUOTATIONS.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + + +<div><a name="Alphabet_A" id="Alphabet_A" /> +<h2>A.</h2> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abashed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1" id="Quote1" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Abash'd the devil stood,</span><br /> +And felt how awful goodness is, and saw<br /> +Virtue in her shape how lovely.<br /> +1<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 846.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abbots.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2" id="Quote2" /> +To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,<br /> +Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.<br /> +2<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 301.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abdication.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote3" id="Quote3" /> +I give this heavy weight from off my head,<br /> +And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,<br /> +The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;<br /> +With mine own tears I wash away my balm,<br /> +With mine own hands I give away my crown,<br /> +With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,<br /> +With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.<br /> +3<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abdiel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote4" id="Quote4" /> +So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;<br /> +Among the faithless, faithful only he.<br /> +4<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 896.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ability.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote5" id="Quote5" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I profess not talking; only this,</span><br /> +Let each man do his best.<br /> +5<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Absence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote6" id="Quote6" /> +What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights?<br /> +Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,<br /> +More tedious than the dial eight score times?<br /> +O weary reckoning!<br /> +6<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote7" id="Quote7" /> +Though lost to sight, to memory dear<br /> +Thou ever wilt remain.<br /> +7<br /> +GEORGE LINLEY: <i>Song, Though Lost to Sight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote8" id="Quote8" /> +Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,<br /> +And image charms he must behold no more.<br /> +8<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 361.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote9" id="Quote9" /> +O last love! O first love!<br /> +My love with the true heart,<br /> +To think I have come to this your home,<br /> +And yet—we are apart!<br /> +9<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Sailing Beyond Seas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote10" id="Quote10" /> +'Tis said that absence conquers love;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But oh believe it not!</span><br /> +I've tried, alas! its power to prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But thou art not forgot.</span><br /> +10<br /> +FREDERICK W. THOMAS: <i>Absence Conquers Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abstinence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote11" id="Quote11" /> +Against diseases here the strongest fence<br /> +Is the defensive virtue abstinence.<br /> +11<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Abstinence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Abuse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote12" id="Quote12" /> +Thou thread, thou thimble,<br /> +Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,<br /> +Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:<br /> +Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant.<br /> +12<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Accident.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote13" id="Quote13" /> +As the unthought-on accident is guilty<br /> +Of what we wildly do, so we profess<br /> +Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies<br /> +Of every wind that blows.<br /> +13<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote14" id="Quote14" /> +Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,<br /> +Of moving accidents by flood and field.<br /> +14<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote15" id="Quote15" /> +Our wanton accidents take root, and grow<br /> +To vaunt themselves God's laws.<br /> +15<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saints' Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote16" id="Quote16" /> +By many a happy accident.<br /> +16<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Account.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote17" id="Quote17" /> +No reckoning made, but sent to my account<br /> +With all my imperfections on my head.<br /> +17<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Accusation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote18" id="Quote18" /> +Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;<br /> +Do thou but thine.<br /> +18<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 561.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Achievements.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote19" id="Quote19" /> +Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd,<br /> +And then they shine.<br /> +19<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Loyal Subject,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Acquaintance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote20" id="Quote20" /> +Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never brought to mind?</span><br /> +Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And days o' lang syne?</span><br /> +20<br /> +BURNS: <i>Auld Lang Syne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Action.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote21" id="Quote21" /> +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.<br /> +21<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote22" id="Quote22" /> +Of every noble action, the intent<br /> +Is to give worth reward—vice punishment.<br /> +22<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Captain,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote23" id="Quote23" /> +Only the actions of the just<br /> +Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.<br /> +23<br /> +JAMES SHIRLEY: <i>Death's Final Conquest,</i> Sc. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote24" id="Quote24" /> +Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes that and th' action fine.</span><br /> +24<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Elixir.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Activity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote25" id="Quote25" /> +If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well<br /> +It were done quickly.<br /> +25<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote26" id="Quote26" /> +Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,<br /> +But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.<br /> +26<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Actors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote27" id="Quote27" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A strutting player,—whose conceit</span><br /> +Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich<br /> +To hear the wooden dialogue and sound<br /> +'Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage.<br /> +27<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote28" id="Quote28" /> +The world's a theatre, the earth a stage<br /> +Which God and Nature do with actors fill.<br /> +28<br /> +THOMAS HEYWOOD: <i>Apology for Actors.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adaptability.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote29" id="Quote29" /> +All things are ready, if our minds be so.<br /> +29<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Address.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote30" id="Quote30" /> +And the tear that is wiped with a little address<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.</span><br /> +30<br /> +COWPER: <i>The Rose.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adieu.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote31" id="Quote31" /> +Adieu, adieu! my native shore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fades o'er the waters blue.</span><br /> +31<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote32" id="Quote32" /> +Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.<br /> +32<br /> +GAY: <i>Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Admiration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote33" id="Quote33" /> +Season your admiration for a while.<br /> +33<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adoration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote34" id="Quote34" /> +The holy time is quiet as a nun<br /> +Breathless with adoration.<br /> +34<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>It is a Beauteous Evening.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adorning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote35" id="Quote35" /> +Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,<br /> +Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.<br /> +35<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 232.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote36" id="Quote36" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Loveliness</span><br /> +Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,<br /> +But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.<br /> +36<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 204.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Adversity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote37" id="Quote37" /> +Sweet are the uses of adversity,<br /> +Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,<br /> +Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;<br /> +And this our life, exempt from public haunt,<br /> +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,<br /> +Sermons in stones, and good in everything.<br /> +37<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote38" id="Quote38" /> +A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,<br /> +We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;<br /> +But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain,<br /> +As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.<br /> +38<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote39" id="Quote39" /> +I am not now in fortune's power:<br /> +He that is down can fall no lower.<br /> +39<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 877.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote40" id="Quote40" /> +For of fortunes sharpe adversite,<br /> +The worst kind of infortune is this,—<br /> +A man that hath been is prosperite,<br /> +And it remember whan it passed is.<br /> +40<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Troilus and Creseide,</i> Bk. iii., Line 1625.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Advice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote41" id="Quote41" /> +Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;<br /> +Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.<br /> +41<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote42" id="Quote42" /> +Know when to speak—for many times it brings<br /> +Danger, to give the best advice to kings.<br /> +42<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Caution in Council.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote43" id="Quote43" /> +The worst men often give the best advice.<br /> +43<br /> +BAILEY <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>A Village Feast.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote44" id="Quote44" /> +'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.<br /> +44<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Learned Boy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affectation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote45" id="Quote45" /> +There affectation, with a sickly mien,<br /> +Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen;<br /> +Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside;<br /> +Faints into airs, and languishes with pride;<br /> +On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,<br /> +Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.<br /> +45<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iv., Line 31.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote46" id="Quote46" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Why, she would hang on him,</span><br /> +As if increase of appetite had grown<br /> +By what it fed on.<br /> +46<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote47" id="Quote47" /> +Affection is a coal that must be cool'd,<br /> +Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.<br /> +47<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 387.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affliction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote48" id="Quote48" /> +Affliction is the good man's shining scene;<br /> +Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;<br /> +As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.<br /> +48<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ix., Line 406.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote49" id="Quote49" /> +Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced<br /> +That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction.<br /> +49<br /> +JOHN BROWN: <i>Barbarossa,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Affronts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote50" id="Quote50" /> +Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;<br /> +Old age is slow in both.<br /> +50<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Age.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote51" id="Quote51" /> +When the age is in, the wit is out.<br /> +51<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote52" id="Quote52" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">His silver hairs</span><br /> +Will purchase us a good opinion,<br /> +And buy men's voices to commend our deeds;<br /> +It shall be said,—his judgment rul'd our hands.<br /> +52<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote53" id="Quote53" /> +Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful.<br /> +53<br /> +CAPEL LOFFT'S <i>Aphorisms. Published in</i> 1812.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote54" id="Quote54" /> +I am declin'd into the vale of years.<br /> +54<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote55" id="Quote55" /> +Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br /> +Her infinite variety; other women<br /> +Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry<br /> +Where most she satisfies.<br /> +55<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote56" id="Quote56" /> +An old man, broken with the storms of State,<br /> +Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;<br /> +Give him a little earth for charity!<br /> +56<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote57" id="Quote57" /> +We see time's furrows on another's brow...<br /> +How few themselves in that just mirror see!<br /> +57<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 627.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote58" id="Quote58" /> +O, sir! I must not tell my age.<br /> +They say women and music should never be dated.<br /> +58<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>She Stoops to Con.,</i> Act iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote59" id="Quote59" /> +What is the worst of woes that wait on age?<br /> +What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?<br /> +To view each loved one blotted from life's page,<br /> +And be alone on earth as I am now.<br /> +59<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 98.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote60" id="Quote60" /> +Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.<br /> +60<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Minstrel,</i> Bk. i., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote61" id="Quote61" /> +But an old age serene and bright,<br /> +And lovely as a Lapland night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall lead thee to thy grave.</span><br /> +61<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Young Lady.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Agony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote62" id="Quote62" /> +A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry<br /> +Of some strong swimmer in his agony.<br /> +62<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ii., St. 53.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Agreement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote63" id="Quote63" /> +Could we forbear dispute and practise love,<br /> +We should agree as angels do above.<br /> +63<br /> +WALLER: <i>Divine Love,</i> Canto iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote64" id="Quote64" /> +Where order in variety we see,<br /> +And where, though all things differ, all agree.<br /> +64<br /> +POPE: <i>Windsor Forest,</i> Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aim.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote65" id="Quote65" /> +Better have failed in the high aim, as I,<br /> +Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed.<br /> +65<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>The Inn Album,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Air.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote66" id="Quote66" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When he speaks,</span><br /> +The air, a chartered libertine, is still<br /> +66<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alacrity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote67" id="Quote67" /> +I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.<br /> +67<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote68" id="Quote68" /> +Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.<br /> +68<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 100.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote69" id="Quote69" /> +A Rechabite poor Will must live,<br /> +And drink of Adam's ale.<br /> +69<br /> +PRIOR: <i>The Wandering Pilgrim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alexandrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote70" id="Quote70" /> +A needless Alexandrine ends the song,<br /> +That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.<br /> +70<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 156.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Alone.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote71" id="Quote71" /> +Alone, alone,—all, all alone;<br /> +Alone on a wide, wide sea.<br /> +71<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Amazement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote72" id="Quote72" /> +But look! Amazement on thy mother sits;<br /> +O step between her and her fighting soul:<br /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.<br /> +72<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Amber.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote73" id="Quote73" /> +Pretty! in amber to observe the forms<br /> +Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!<br /> +The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,<br /> +But wonder how the devil they got there.<br /> +73<br /> +POPE: <i>Epis. to Arbuthnot,</i> Line 169.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ambition.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote74" id="Quote74" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fling away ambition;</span><br /> +By that sin fell the angels: how can man then,<br /> +The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?<br /> +74<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii, Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote75" id="Quote75" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have no spur</span><br /> +To prick the sides of my intent, but only<br /> +Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,<br /> +And falls on the other.<br /> +75<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i, Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote76" id="Quote76" /> +Ambition has but one reward for all:<br /> +A little power, a little transient fame,<br /> +A grave to rest in, and a fading name.<br /> +76<br /> +WILLIAM WINTER: <i>Queen's Domain.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote77" id="Quote77" /> +To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:<br /> +Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.<br /> +77<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 262.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote78" id="Quote78" /> +Such joy ambition finds.<br /> +78<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>America.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote79" id="Quote79" /> +America! half brother of the world!<br /> +With something good and bad of every land;<br /> +Greater than thee have lost their seat—<br /> +Greater scarce none can stand.<br /> +79<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>The Surface.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anarchy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote80" id="Quote80" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Where eldest Night</span><br /> +And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold<br /> +Eternal anarchy amidst the noise<br /> +Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.<br /> +80<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 894.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ancestry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote81" id="Quote81" /> +The sap which at the root is bred<br /> +In trees, through all the boughs is spread;<br /> +But virtues which in parents shine<br /> +Make not like progress through the line.<br /> +81<br /> +WALLER: <i>To Zelinda.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote82" id="Quote82" /> +What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?<br /> +Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.<br /> +82<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Angels.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote83" id="Quote83" /> +Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.<br /> +83<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote84" id="Quote84" /> +The angels come and go, the messengers of God.<br /> +84<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Hymn to the Beautiful.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote85" id="Quote85" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The good he scorn'd</span><br /> +Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,<br /> +Not to return; or if it did, in visits<br /> +Like those of angels, short and far between.<br /> +85<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Pt. ii., Line 586.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote86" id="Quote86" /> +Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,<br /> +And so shall starve with feeding.<br /> +86<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote87" id="Quote87" /> +Never anger made good guard for itself.<br /> +87<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Angling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote88" id="Quote88" /> +The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish<br /> +Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,<br /> +And greedily devour the treacherous bait.<br /> +88<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote89" id="Quote89" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">'Twas merry when</span><br /> +You wager'd on your angling; when your diver<br /> +Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he<br /> +With fervency drew up.<br /> +89<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Anticipation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote90" id="Quote90" /> +Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite<br /> +To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;<br /> +For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown,<br /> +What need a man forestall his date of grief,<br /> +And run to meet what he would most avoid?<br /> +90<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 359.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Antiquity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote91" id="Quote91" /> +O good old man! how well in thee appears<br /> +The constant service of the antique world,<br /> +When service sweat for duty, not for meed!<br /> +Thou art not for the fashion of these times,<br /> +Where none will sweat, but for promotion.<br /> +91<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote92" id="Quote92" /> +Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways<br /> +Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.<br /> +92<br /> +WARTON: <i>Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apathy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote93" id="Quote93" /> +In lazy apathy let stoics boast<br /> +Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fixed as in a frost.<br /> +93<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 101.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apparel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote94" id="Quote94" /> +Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,<br /> +But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:<br /> +For the apparel oft proclaims the man.<br /> +94<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Apparitions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote95" id="Quote95" /> +How fading are the joys we dote upon!<br /> +Like apparitions seen and gone.<br /> +95<br /> +JOHN NORRIS: <i>The Parting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appeal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote96" id="Quote96" /> +I have done the state some service, and they know it.<br /> +No more of that; I pray you in your letters,<br /> +When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,<br /> +Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate,<br /> +Nor set down aught in malice.<br /> +96<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appearances.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote97" id="Quote97" /> +All that glisters is not gold,<br /> +Gilded tombs do worms infold.<br /> +97<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote98" id="Quote98" /> +Appearances to save, his only care;<br /> +So things seem right no matter what they are.<br /> +98<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 299.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Appetite.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote99" id="Quote99" /> +Now good digestion wait on appetite,<br /> +And health on both.<br /> +99<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote100" id="Quote100" /> +His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,<br /> +Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook.<br /> +100<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Gotham,</i> iii., Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Applause.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote101" id="Quote101" /> +I would applaud thee to the very echo,<br /> +That should applaud again.<br /> +101<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote102" id="Quote102" /> +Oh popular applause! what heart of man<br /> +Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?<br /> +102<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 481.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote103" id="Quote103" /> +The applause of list'ning senates to command.<br /> +103<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 16<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>April.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote104" id="Quote104" /> +Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote<br /> +The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.<br /> +104<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales,</i> Prologue, Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote105" id="Quote105" /> +April cold with dropping rain<br /> +Willows and lilacs brings again,<br /> +The whistle of returning birds,<br /> +And trumpet-lowing of the herds.<br /> +105<br /> +EMERSON: <i>May-day,</i> Line 124.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote106" id="Quote106" /> +When aince Aprile has fairly come,<br /> +An' birds may bigg in winter's lum,<br /> +An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">O' whatna state,</span><br /> +Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Than taks the gate.</span><br /> +106<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Underwoods,</i> Bk. ii., iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Argument.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote107" id="Quote107" /> +In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,<br /> +For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still.<br /> +107<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 211<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aristocracy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote108" id="Quote108" /> +'Tis from high life high characters drawn;<br /> +A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.<br /> +108<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Art.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote109" id="Quote109" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seraphs share with thee</span><br /> +Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone!<br /> +109<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Artists,</i> St 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote110" id="Quote110" /> +Art is the child of Nature; yes,<br /> +Her darling child, in whom we trace<br /> +The features of the mother's face,<br /> +Her aspect and her attitude.<br /> +110<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Kéramos.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Artist.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote111" id="Quote111" /> +In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,<br /> +To make some good, but others to exceed.<br /> +111<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aspect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote112" id="Quote112" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">With grave</span><br /> +Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd<br /> +A pillar of state.<br /> +112<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 300.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aspiration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote113" id="Quote113" /> +'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;<br /> +He rises on the toe; that spirit of his<br /> +In aspiration lifts him from the earth.<br /> +113<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Assurance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote114" id="Quote114" /> +I'll make assurance double sure,<br /> +And take a bond of fate.<br /> +114<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Atheism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote115" id="Quote115" /> +By night an atheist half believes a God.<br /> +115<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 176.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Athens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote116" id="Quote116" /> +Ancient of days! august Athena! where,<br /> +Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul?<br /> +Gone—glimmering through the dream of things that were<br /> +First in the race that led to glory's goals<br /> +They won, and pass'd away.<br /> +116<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote117" id="Quote117" /> +Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts<br /> +And eloquence.<br /> +117<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 240.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Attempt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote118" id="Quote118" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The attempt and not the deed</span><br /> +Confounds us.<br /> +118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Attention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote119" id="Quote119" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The tongues of dying men</span><br /> +Enforce attention like deep harmony.<br /> +119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Audience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote120" id="Quote120" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Still govern thou my song,</span><br /> +Urania, and fit audience find, though few.<br /> +120<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 30,<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>August.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote121" id="Quote121" /> +Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold,<br /> +When August round her precious gifts is flinging;<br /> +Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled:<br /> +The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing.<br /> +121<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aurora.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote122" id="Quote122" /> +Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,<br /> +Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.<br /> +122<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. viii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Author.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote123" id="Quote123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Most authors steal their works, or buy;</span><br /> +Garth did not write his own Dispensary,<br /> +123<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote124" id="Quote124" /> +No author ever spar'd a brother.<br /> +124<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote125" id="Quote125" /> +How many great ones may remember'd be,<br /> +Which in their days most famously did flourish,<br /> +Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see,<br /> +But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish.<br /> +125<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> St. 52.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Authority.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Man, proud man,</span><br /> +<a name="Quote126" id="Quote126" /> +Drest in a little brief authority,<br /> +Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,<br /> +His glassy essence—like an angry ape,<br /> +Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven<br /> +As make the angels weep!<br /> +126<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Autumn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote127" id="Quote127" /> +Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!<br /> +Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;<br /> +Conspiring with him how to load and bless<br /> +With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;<br /> +To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,<br /> +And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.<br /> +127<br /> +KEATS: <i>To Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote128" id="Quote128" /> +Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best,<br /> +Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe?<br /> +Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest,<br /> +The fashion of thy many-colored robe?<br /> +128<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote129" id="Quote129" /> +Autumn wins you best by this its mute<br /> +Appeal to sympathy for its decay.<br /> +129<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote130" id="Quote130" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The lands are lit</span><br /> +With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;<br /> +And everywhere the Purple Asters nod<br /> +And bend and wave and flit.<br /> +130<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>Asters and Golden Rod.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote131" id="Quote131" /> +I saw old Autumn in the misty morn<br /> +Stand shadowless like silence, listening<br /> +To silence, for no lonely bird would sing<br /> +Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,<br /> +Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn.<br /> +131<br /> +HOOD: <i>Autumn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Avarice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote132" id="Quote132" /> +The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest:<br /> +The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless!<br /> +The last corruption of degenerate man.<br /> +132<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Irene,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote133" id="Quote133" /> +So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,<br /> +I think I must take up with avarice.<br /> +133<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 216.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote134" id="Quote134" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">That disease</span><br /> +Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.<br /> +134<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>Roaring Girl,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Awkwardness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote135" id="Quote135"/> +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill<br /> +Of moving gracefully, or standing still,<br /> +One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,<br /> +Desirous seems to run away from t'other.<br /> +135<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 438.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_B" id="Alphabet_B" /> +<h2>B.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Balances.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote136" id="Quote136" /> +Jove lifts the golden balances that show<br /> +The fates of mortal men, and things below.<br /> +136<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xxii., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ball.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote137" id="Quote137" /> +I saw her at a county ball;<br /> +There when the sound of flute and fiddle<br /> +Gave signal sweet in that old hall,<br /> +Of hands across and down the middle.<br /> +137<br /> +PRAED: <i>Belle of the Ball-Room,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Banishment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote138" id="Quote138" /> +Eating the bitter bread of banishment.<br /> +138<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote139" id="Quote139" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Banished?</span><br /> +O friar, the damned use that word in hell;<br /> +Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,<br /> +Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,<br /> +A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,<br /> +To mangle me with that word—banished?<br /> +139<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Banner.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote140" id="Quote140" /> +Hang out our banners on the outward walls.<br /> +140<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote141" id="Quote141" /> +A banner with the strange device.<br /> +141<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Excelsior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote142" id="Quote142" /> +Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,<br /> +And charge with all thy chivalry.<br /> +142<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Hohenlinden.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote143" id="Quote143" /> +Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,<br /> +By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,<br /> +Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey<br /> +Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.<br /> +143<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Fancy in Nubibus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote144" id="Quote144" /> +Stone walls do not a prison make,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor iron bars a cage.</span><br /> +144<br /> +LOVELACE: <i>To Althea from Prison,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baseness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote145" id="Quote145" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Since Cleopatra died,</span><br /> +I have lived in such dishonor that the gods<br /> +Detest my baseness.<br /> +145<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bashfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote146" id="Quote146" /> +I pity bashful men, who feel the pain<br /> +Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,<br /> +And bear the marks upon a blushing face,<br /> +Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.<br /> +146<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 347.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Battle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote147" id="Quote147" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Then more fierce</span><br /> +The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell<br /> +Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,<br /> +The groan of death, commingled in one sound<br /> +Of undistinguish'd horrors.<br /> +147<br /> +SOUTHEY: <i>Madoc,</i> Pt. ii., <i>The Battle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote148" id="Quote148" /> +For freedom's battle, once begun,<br /> +Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,<br /> +Though baffled oft, is ever won.<br /> +148<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 123.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote149" id="Quote149" /> +When the battle rages loud and long,<br /> +And the stormy winds do blow.<br /> +149<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Ye Mariners of England.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beads.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote150" id="Quote150" /> +The hooded clouds, like friars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell their beads in drops of rain.</span><br /> +150<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Midnight Mass.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beams.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote151" id="Quote151" /> +And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,<br /> +Thro' all the circle of the golden year.<br /> +151<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Golden Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote152" id="Quote152" /> +His beard was as white as snow,<br /> +All flaxen was his poll.<br /> +152<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote153" id="Quote153" /> +His tawny beard was th' equal grace<br /> +Both of his wisdom and his face;<br /> +In cut and die so like a tile,<br /> +A sudden view it would beguile;<br /> +The upper part thereof was whey;<br /> +The nether, orange mix'd with grey.<br /> +153<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beast.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote154" id="Quote154" /> +A beast, that wants discourse of reason.<br /> +154<br /> +SHAKS.; <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beauty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote155" id="Quote155" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">My beauty, though but mean,</span><br /> +Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;<br /> +Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,<br /> +Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.<br /> +155<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote156" id="Quote156" /> +Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;<br /> +A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;<br /> +A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;<br /> +A brittle glass that's broken presently;<br /> +A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,<br /> +Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.<br /> +156<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pass. Pilgrim,</i> St. 11<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote157" id="Quote157" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Beauty stands</span><br /> +In the admiration only of weak minds<br /> +Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes<br /> +Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,<br /> +At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.<br /> +157<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. ii., Line 220.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote158" id="Quote158" /> +Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,<br /> +The power of beauty I remember yet.<br /> +158<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote159" id="Quote159" /> +A thing of beauty is a joy forever:<br /> +Its loveliness increases; it will never<br /> +Pass into nothingness; but still will keep<br /> +A bower quiet for us, and a sleep<br /> +Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.<br /> +159<br /> +KEATS: <i>Endymion,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote160" id="Quote160" /> +What is this thought or thing<br /> +Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?<br /> +Is it a thought accepted for a thing?<br /> +Or both? or neither—a pretext?—a word?<br /> +160<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote161" id="Quote161" /> +If eyes were made for seeing,<br /> +Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.<br /> +161<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Rhodora.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote162" id="Quote162" /> +Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,<br /> +And beauty draws us with a single hair.<br /> +162<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto ii., Line 27.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote163" id="Quote163" /> +True beauty dwells in deep retreats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose veil is unremoved</span><br /> +Till heart with heart in concord beats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the lover is beloved.</span><br /> +163<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To ——. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote164" id="Quote164" /> +In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,<br /> +And born in bed, in bed we die;<br /> +The near approach a bed may show<br /> +Of human bliss and human woe.<br /> +164<br /> +ISAAC DE BENSERADE: <i>Trans.</i> by Dr. Johnson.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bees.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote165" id="Quote165" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">So work the honey-bees;</span><br /> +Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach<br /> +The act of order to a peopled kingdom.<br /> +165<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote166" id="Quote166" /> +The moan of doves in immemorial elms,<br /> +And murmuring of innumerable bees.<br /> +166<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. vii., Line 203.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beggars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote167" id="Quote167" /> +Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.<br /> +167<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote168" id="Quote168" /> +When beggars die, there are no comets seen;<br /> +The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.<br /> +168<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Behavior.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote169" id="Quote169" /> +And puts himself upon his good behavior.<br /> +169<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto v., St. 47.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Belial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote170" id="Quote170" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When night</span><br /> +Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons<br /> +Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.<br /> +170<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 500.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bells.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote171" id="Quote171" /> +Those evening bells! those evening bells!<br /> +How many a tale their music tells<br /> +Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,<br /> +When last I heard their soothing chime!<br /> +171<br /> +MOORE: <i>Those Evening Bells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote172" id="Quote172" /> +Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!<br /> +<br /> +Ring out old shapes of foul disease,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the thousand wars of old,</span><br /> +Ring in the thousand years of peace.<br /> +<br /> +Ring in the valiant man and free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ring out the darkness of the land,</span><br /> +Ring in the Christ that is to be.<br /> +172<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. cv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote173" id="Quote173" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hear the mellow wedding bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Golden bells!</span><br /> +What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!<br /> +173<br /> +EDGAR ALLAN POE: <i>The Bells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Benediction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote174" id="Quote174" /> +The thought of our past years in me doth breed<br /> +Perpetual benediction.<br /> +174<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bible.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote175" id="Quote175" /> +A glory gilds the sacred page,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Majestic like the sun;</span><br /> +It gives a light to every age;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It gives, but borrows none.</span><br /> +175<br /> +COWPER: <i>Olney Hymns,</i> No. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bigotry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote176" id="Quote176" /> +Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded<br /> +That all the Apostles would have done as they did.<br /> +176<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 83.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote177" id="Quote177" /> +You call them thieves and pillagers; but know<br /> +They are the winged wardens of your farms,<br /> +Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe,<br /> +And from your harvests keep a hundred harms.<br /> +177<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Birds of Killingworth,</i> St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote178" id="Quote178" /> +Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:<br /> +The soul that rises with us our life's star,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Hath had elsewhere its setting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And cometh from afar.</span><br /> +178<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote179" id="Quote179" /> +While man is growing, life is in decrease;<br /> +And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.<br /> +Our birth is nothing but our death begun.<br /> +179<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 717.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Birthday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote180" id="Quote180" /> +A birthday:—and now a day that rose<br /> +With much of hope, with meaning rife—<br /> +A thoughtful day from dawn to close:<br /> +The middle day of human life.<br /> +180<br /> +JEAN INGELOW. <i>A Birthday Walk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bivouac.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote181" id="Quote181" /> +On Fame's eternal camping-ground<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their silent tents are spread,</span><br /> +And Glory guards with solemn round<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bivouac of the dead.</span><br /> +181<br /> +THEODORE O'HARA: <i>Bivouac of the Dead.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blasphemy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote182" id="Quote182" /> +Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them;<br /> +But, in the less, foul profanation.<br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +That in the captain's but a choleric word,<br /> +Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.<br /> +182<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bleakness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote183" id="Quote183" /> +A naked house, a naked moor,<br /> +A shivering pool before the door,<br /> +A garden bare of flowers and fruit,<br /> +And poplars at the garden foot:<br /> +Such is the place that I live in,<br /> +Bleak without and bare within.<br /> +183<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The House Beautiful.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blessings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote184" id="Quote184" /> +How blessings brighten as they take their flight!<br /> +184<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ii., Line 602.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote185" id="Quote185" /> +For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,<br /> +And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.<br /> +185<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act v., Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote186" id="Quote186" /> +O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon;<br /> +Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,<br /> +Without all hope of day.<br /> +186<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 80.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote187" id="Quote187" /> +O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain!<br /> +Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,<br /> +Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age!<br /> +Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct,<br /> +And all her various objects of delight<br /> +Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,<br /> +187<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bliss.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote188" id="Quote188" /> +Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;<br /> +Bliss is the same in subject or in king.<br /> +188<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote189" id="Quote189" /> +Vain, very vain, my weary search to find<br /> +That bliss which only centres in the mind.<br /> +189<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 423.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote190" id="Quote190" /> +When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul<br /> +Lends the tongue vows.<br /> +190<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote191" id="Quote191" /> +A ruddy drop of manly blood<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The surging sea outweighs;</span><br /> +The world uncertain comes and goes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lover rooted stays.</span><br /> +191<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Epigraph to Friendship.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote192" id="Quote192" /> +Blood is a juice of very special kind.<br /> +192<br /> +GOETHE: <i>Faust</i> (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bloom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote193" id="Quote193" /> +O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move<br /> +The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.<br /> +193<br /> +GRAY: <i>Prog. of Poesy,</i> Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blossoms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote194" id="Quote194" /> +Who in life's battle firm doth stand<br /> +Shall bear hope's tender blossoms<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Into the silent land.</span><br /> +194<br /> +J.G. VON SALIS: <i>The Silent Land.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bluntness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote195" id="Quote195" /> +I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,<br /> +Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,<br /> +To stir men's blood: I only speak right on.<br /> +195<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blushing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote196" id="Quote196" /> +Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,<br /> +Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.<br /> +The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;<br /> +They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,<br /> +And flare up boldly, wings and all.<br /> +What then?<br /> +Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl?<br /> +196<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. ii., Line 732.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boasting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote197" id="Quote197" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here's a large mouth, indeed,</span><br /> +That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas;<br /> +Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,<br /> +As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs.<br /> +197<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote198" id="Quote198" /> +Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just parted from the shore,</span><br /> +And to the fisher's chorus-note<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft moves the dipping oar.</span><br /> +198<br /> +BAILLIE: <i>Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boldness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote199" id="Quote199" /> +In conversation boldness now bears sway,<br /> +But know, that nothing can so foolish be<br /> +As empty boldness.<br /> +199<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bond.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote200" id="Quote200" /> +I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak;<br /> +I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.<br /> +200<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bones.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote201" id="Quote201" /> +Cursed be he that moves my bones.<br /> +201<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Shakespeare's Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote202" id="Quote202" /> +Rattle his bones over the stones!<br /> +He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!<br /> +202<br /> +THOMAS NOEL: <i>The Pauper's Ride.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Books.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote203" id="Quote203" /> +A book! O rare one!<br /> +Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment<br /> +Nobler than that it covers.<br /> +203<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote204" id="Quote204" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That place that does contain</span><br /> +My books, the best companions, is to me<br /> +A glorious court, where hourly I converse<br /> +With the old sages and philosophers;<br /> +And sometimes, for variety, I confer<br /> +With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.<br /> +204<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>The Elder Brother,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote205" id="Quote205" /> +Books cannot always please, however good;<br /> +Minds are not ever craving for their food.<br /> +205<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote206" id="Quote206" /> +Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,<br /> +Are a substantial world, both pure and good;<br /> +Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,<br /> +Our pastime and our happiness will grow.<br /> +206<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote207" id="Quote207" /> +Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.<br /> +207<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 327.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote208" id="Quote208" /> +Some books are lies frae end to end.<br /> +208<br /> +BURNS: <i>Death and Dr. Hornbook.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bores.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote209" id="Quote209" /> +Society is now one polish'd horde,<br /> +Formed of two mighty tribes, the <i>Bores</i> and <i>Bored.</i><br /> +209<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 95.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote210" id="Quote210" /> +Again I hear that creaking step!—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's rapping at the door!—</span><br /> +Too well I know the boding sound<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ushers in a bore.</span><br /> +210<br /> +J.G. SAXE: <i>My Familiar.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Borrowing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote211" id="Quote211" /> +Neither a borrower nor a lender be,<br /> +For loan oft loses both itself and friend;<br /> +And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.<br /> +This above all,—to thine own self be true;<br /> +And it must follow, as the night the day,<br /> +Thou canst not then be false to any man.<br /> +211<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boston.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote212" id="Quote212" /> +Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!<br /> +Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!<br /> +212<br /> +CHARLES MORRIS: <i>American Song. From Lyra Urbanica.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bough.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote213" id="Quote213" /> +Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,<br /> +And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,<br /> +That sometime grew within this learned man.<br /> +213<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>Faustus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bounds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote214" id="Quote214" /> +There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye,<br /> +But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.<br /> +214<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bounty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote215" id="Quote215" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For his bounty,</span><br /> +There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was,<br /> +That grew the more by reaping.<br /> +215<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote216" id="Quote216" /> +Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Heaven did a recompense as largely send;</span><br /> +He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.</span><br /> +216<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, The Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bourn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote217" id="Quote217" />The undiscover'd country from whose bourn<br /> +No traveller returns.<br /> +217<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bower.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote218" id="Quote218" />I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where roses and lilies and violets meet.</span><br /> +218<br /> +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: <i>I'd be a Butterfly.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bowl.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote219" id="Quote219" /> +There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,<br /> +The feast of reason and the flow of soul.<br /> +219<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Line 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boyhood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote220" id="Quote220" /> +The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,<br /> +And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br /> +Unwillingly to school.<br /> +220<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote221" id="Quote221" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The smiles, the tears,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of boyhood's years,</span><br /> +The words of love then spoken.<br /> +221<br /> +MOORE: <i>Oft in the Stilly Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Braes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote222" id="Quote222" /> +We twa hae run about the braes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pu'd the gowans fine.</span><br /> +222<br /> +BURNS: <i>Auld Lang Syne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Braggart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote223" id="Quote223" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I know them, yea,</span><br /> +And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:<br /> +Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys,<br /> +That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,<br /> +Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,<br /> +And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,<br /> +How they might hurt their enemies if they durst;<br /> +And this is all.<br /> +223<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brains.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote224" id="Quote224" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The times have been</span><br /> +That, when the brains were out, the man would die,<br /> +And there an end; but now they rise again,<br /> +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,<br /> +And push us from our stools.<br /> +224<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bravery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote225" id="Quote225" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis more brave</span><br /> +To live, than to die.<br /> +225<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote226" id="Quote226" /> +None but the brave deserves the fair.<br /> +226<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote227" id="Quote227" /> +How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,<br /> +By all their country's wishes blest!<br /> +227<br /> +COLLINS: <i>Lines in 1764.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote228" id="Quote228" /> +Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,<br /> +Or close the wall up with our English dead!<br /> +228<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bread.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote229" id="Quote229" /> +O God! that bread should be so dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And flesh and blood so cheap!</span><br /> +229<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Song of the Shirt.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breast.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote230" id="Quote230" /> +The yielding marble of her snowy breast.<br /> +230<br /> +WALLER: <i>On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote231" id="Quote231" /> +A word in season spoken<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">May calm the troubled breast.</span><br /> +231<br /> +CHARLES JEFFERYS: <i>A Word in Season.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote232" id="Quote232" /> +When the good man yields his breath<br /> +(For the good man never dies).<br /> +232<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Wanderer of Switzerland,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breeches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote233" id="Quote233" /> +But the old three-cornered hat,<br /> +And the breeches, and all that,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are so queer!</span><br /> +233<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Last Leaf.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Breezes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote234" id="Quote234" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Breezes of the South!</span><br /> +Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers,<br /> +And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high,<br /> +Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not—ye have played<br /> +Among the palms of Mexico and vines<br /> +Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks<br /> +That from the fountains of Sonora glide<br /> +Into the calm Pacific—have ye fanned<br /> +A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?<br /> +234<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Prairies.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brevity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote235" id="Quote235" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Since brevity is the soul of wit,</span><br /> +And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes—<br /> +I will be brief.<br /> +235<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote236" id="Quote236" /> +For brevity is very good,<br /> +When we are, or are not, understood.<br /> +236<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bribes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote237" id="Quote237" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What! shall one of us,</span><br /> +That struck the foremost man of all this world,<br /> +But for supporting robbers;—shall we now<br /> +Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?<br /> +And sell the mighty space of our large honors<br /> +For so much trash as may be grasped thus?<br /> +I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,<br /> +Than such a Roman.<br /> +237<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bride.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote238" id="Quote238" /> +You are just a sweet bride in her bloom,<br /> +All sunshine, and snowy, and pure.<br /> +238<br /> +THOMAS B. ALDRICH: <i>An Untimely Thought.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bridge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote239" id="Quote239" /> +By the rude bridge that arched the flood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,</span><br /> +Here once the embattl'd farmers stood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fired the shot heard round the world.</span><br /> +239<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brooks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote240" id="Quote240" /> +A silvery brook comes stealing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From the shadow of its trees,</span><br /> +Where slender herbs of the forest stoop<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before the entering breeze.</span><br /> +240<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Unknown Way.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brotherhood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote241" id="Quote241" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,</span><br /> +And hurt my brother.<br /> +241<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote242" id="Quote242" /> +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;<br /> +A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss!<br /> +242<br /> +BURNS: <i>A Winter Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bubbles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote243" id="Quote243" /> +The earth hath bubbles as the water has,<br /> +And these are of them.<br /> +243<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bucket.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote244" id="Quote244" /> +The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,<br /> +The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.<br /> +244<br /> +WOODWORTH: <i>The Old Oaken Bucket.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bud.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote245" id="Quote245" /> +The bud is on the bough again.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The leaf is on the tree.</span><br /> +245<br /> +CHARLES JEFFERYS: <i>The Meeting of Spring and Summer</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bugle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote246" id="Quote246" /> +Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!<br /> +And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.<br /> +246<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iii., Line 360.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Building.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote247" id="Quote247" /> +The hand that rounded Peter's dome,<br /> +And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,<br /> +Wrought in a sad sincerity;<br /> +Himself from God he could not free;<br /> +He builded better than he knew:<br /> +The conscious stone to beauty grew.<br /> +247<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Problem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Burden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote248" id="Quote248" /> +A sacred burden is this life ye bear:<br /> +Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,<br /> +Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.<br /> +248<br /> +FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: <i>To the Young<br /> +Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bush.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote249" id="Quote249" /> +For what are they all in their high conceit,<br /> +When man in the bush with God may meet?<br /> +249<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Good-Bye.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Business.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote250" id="Quote250" /> +Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where<br /> +And when, and how thy business may be done,<br /> +Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller,<br /> +Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on.<br /> +250<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 57.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Buttercups.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote251" id="Quote251" /> +All will be gay when noontide wakes anew<br /> +The buttercups, the little children's dower.<br /> +251<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Home-Thoughts, From Abroad.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_C" id="Alphabet_C" /> +<h2>C.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cadence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote252" id="Quote252" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Wit will shine</span><br /> +Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.<br /> +252<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,</i> Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cæsar.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote253" id="Quote253" /> +Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,<br /> +Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.<br /> +253<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote254" id="Quote254" /> +But yesterday the word of Cæsar might<br /> +Have stood against the world; now lies he there,<br /> +And none so poor to do him reverence.<br /> +254<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calamity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote255" id="Quote255" /> +Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,<br /> +And thou art wedded to calamity.<br /> +255<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calmness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote256" id="Quote256" /> +And through the heat of conflict keeps the law<br /> +In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.<br /> +256<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Character of the Happy Warrior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Calumny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote257" id="Quote257" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Calumny will sear</span><br /> +Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.<br /> +257<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Camping.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote258" id="Quote258" /> +The bed was made, the room was fit,<br /> +By punctual eve the stars were lit;<br /> +The air was still, the water ran,<br /> +No need was there for maid or man,<br /> +When we put up, my ass and I,<br /> +At God's green caravanserai.<br /> +258<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>A Camp.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Candle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote259" id="Quote259" /> +How far that little candle throws his beams!<br /> +So shines a good deed in a naughty world.<br /> +259<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Candor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote260" id="Quote260" /> +Some positive, persisting fops we know,<br /> +Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;<br /> +But you with pleasure own your errors past,<br /> +And make each day a critique on the last.<br /> +260<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cannons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote261" id="Quote261" /> +The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;<br /> +And ready mounted are they, to spit forth<br /> +Their iron indignation.<br /> +261<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Canopy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote262" id="Quote262" /> +Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;<br /> +My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.<br /> +262<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Capacity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote263" id="Quote263" /> +That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,—<br /> +Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,<br /> +Soul discontented with capacity,—<br /> +Is gone (I fear) forever.<br /> +263<br /> +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: <i>Gebir,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Captain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote264" id="Quote264" /> +O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br /> +The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.<br /> +The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br /> +While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But O heart! heart! heart!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O the bleeding drops of red,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Where on the deck my Captain lies,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fallen cold and dead.</span><br /> +264<br /> +WALT WHITMAN: <i>O Captain! My Captain</i>! (On Death of Lincoln.)<br /> +<br /><a name="Quote265" id="Quote265" /> +A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.<br /> +265<br /> +JOHN HOME: <i>Douglas,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Care.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote266" id="Quote266" /> +Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,<br /> +And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.<br /> +266<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote267" id="Quote267" /> +Care that is enter'd once into the breast,<br /> +Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.<br /> +267<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Tale of a Tub,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote268" id="Quote268" /> +Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,<br /> +Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.<br /> +268<br /> +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: <i>Childhood,</i> Pt. ii., Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote269" id="Quote269" /> +Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;<br /> +And every grin, so merry, draws one out.<br /> +269<br /> +PETER PINDAR: <i>Ex. Odes,</i> Ode 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote270" id="Quote270" /> +Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,<br /> +And therefore let's be merry.<br /> +270<br /> +GEORGE WITHER: <i>Poem on Christmas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carefulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote271" id="Quote271" /> +For my means, I'll husband them so well,<br /> +They shall go far with little.<br /> +271<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote272" id="Quote272" /> +A harmless necessary cat.<br /> +272<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote273" id="Quote273" /> +Let Hercules himself do what he may,<br /> +The cat will mew and dog will have his day.<br /> +273<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cataract.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote274" id="Quote274" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The sounding cataract</span><br /> +Haunted me like a passion.<br /> +274<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cathedrals.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote275" id="Quote275" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The high embower'd roof,</span><br /> +With antique pillars, massy proof,<br /> +And storied windows, richly dight,<br /> +Casting a dim religious light.<br /> +275<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 157.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cato.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote276" id="Quote276" /> +Like Cato, give his little senate laws,<br /> +And sit attentive to his own applause.<br /> +276<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cattle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote277" id="Quote277" /> +O Mary, go and call the cattle home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And call the cattle home,</span><br /> +And call the cattle home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the sands o' Dee.</span><br /> +277<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>The Sands of Dee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cause.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote278" id="Quote278" /> +And therefore little shall I grace my cause<br /> +In speaking for myself.<br /> +278<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Caution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote279" id="Quote279" /> +Let every eye negotiate for itself<br /> +And trust no agent.<br /> +279<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii, Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote280" id="Quote280" /> +Know when to speak; for many times it brings<br /> +Danger, to give the best advice to kings.<br /> +280<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Caution in Council,</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote281" id="Quote281" /> +Vessels large may venture more,<br /> +But little boats should keep near shore.<br /> +281<br /> +FRANKLIN: <i>Poor Richard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Caverns.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote282" id="Quote282" /> +Where Alph, the sacred river, ran<br /> +Through caverns measureless to man<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down to a sunless sea.</span><br /> +282<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Kubla Khan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Celibacy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote283" id="Quote283" /> +But earthly happier is the rose distill'd,<br /> +Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,<br /> +Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.<br /> +283<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote284" id="Quote284" /> +Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain<br /> +But our destroyer, foe to God and man?<br /> +284<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 748.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Censure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote285" id="Quote285" /> +Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,<br /> +Are lost on hearers that our merits know.<br /> +285<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. x., Line 293.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ceremony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote286" id="Quote286" /> +Ceremony was but devised at first<br /> +To set a gloss on faint deeds—hollow welcomes,<br /> +Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown;<br /> +But where there is true friendship, there needs none.<br /> +286<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Challenge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote287" id="Quote287" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">There I throw my gage,</span><br /> +To prove it on thee, to the extremest point<br /> +Of mortal breathing.<br /> +287<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote288" id="Quote288" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">That power</span><br /> +Which erring men call Chance.<br /> +288<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 587.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote289" id="Quote289" /> +All nature is but art unknown to thee,<br /> +All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.<br /> +289<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 289.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Change.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote290" id="Quote290" /> +All but God is changing day by day.<br /> +290<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Prometheus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote291" id="Quote291" /> +When change itself can give no more,<br /> +'T is easy to be true.<br /> +291<br /> +CHARLES SEDLEY: <i>Reasons for Constancy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote292" id="Quote292" /> +Let the great world spin forever down the ringing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grooves of change.</span><br /> +292<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 182.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaos.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote293" id="Quote293" /> +For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,<br /> +And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.<br /> +293<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 1019.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote294" id="Quote294" /> +Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;<br /> +Still by himself abused or disabused.<br /> +294<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Character.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote295" id="Quote295" /> +There is a kind of character in thy life,<br /> +That to the observer doth thy history<br /> +Fully unfold.<br /> +295<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote296" id="Quote296" /> +Worth, courage, honor, these indeed<br /> +Your sustenance and birthright are.<br /> +296<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>Beyond the Portals,</i> Pt. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Charity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote297" id="Quote297" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Charity itself fulfils the law,</span><br /> +And who can sever love from charity?<br /> +297<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote298" id="Quote298" /> +Alas for the rarity<br /> +Of Christian charity<br /> +Under the sun!<br /> +298<br /> +HOOD: <i>Bridge of Sighs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Charms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote299" id="Quote299" /> +Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.<br /> +299<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto v., Line 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chastity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote300" id="Quote300" /> +So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,<br /> +That when a soul is found sincerely so,<br /> +A thousand liveried angels lackey her.<br /> +300<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chatterton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote301" id="Quote301" /> +I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,<br /> +The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride.<br /> +Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy,<br /> +Following his plough along the mountain side.<br /> +301<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Res. and Indep.,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaucer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote302" id="Quote302" /> +Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,<br /> +On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.<br /> +302<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cheating.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote303" id="Quote303" /> +Doubtless the pleasure is as great,<br /> +Of being cheated as to cheat.<br /> +303<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cheerfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote304" id="Quote304" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">It is good</span><br /> +To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.<br /> +304<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. i., St. 35.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chickens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote305" id="Quote305" /> +To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd,<br /> +And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd.<br /> +305<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chiding.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote306" id="Quote306" /> +Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,<br /> +When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.<br /> +306<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Child—Childhood—Children.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote307" id="Quote307" /> +Ah! what would the world be to us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If the children were no more?</span><br /> +We should dread the desert behind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Worse than the dark before.</span><br /> +307<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Children.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote308" id="Quote308" /> +Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,<br /> +Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.<br /> +308<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man.</i> Epis. ii., Line 275.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote309" id="Quote309" /> +The child is father of the man.<br /> +309<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>My Heart Leaps,</i> Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote310" id="Quote310" /> +Children are the keys of Paradise.<br /> +They alone are good and wise,<br /> +Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer<br /> +310<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>The Children's Prayer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote311" id="Quote311" /> +I have had playmates, I have had companions,<br /> +In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.<br /> +All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.<br /> +311<br /> +CHARLES LAMB: <i>Old Familiar Faces.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote312" id="Quote312" /> +As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.<br /> +312<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 330.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote313" id="Quote313" /> +Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,<br /> +Make me a child again, just for to-night.<br /> +313<br /> +ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: <i>Rock Me to Sleep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote314" id="Quote314" /> +Faintly as tolls the evening chime,<br /> +Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.<br /> +314<br /> +MOORE: <i>A Canadian Boat-Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chivalry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote315" id="Quote315" /> +Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.<br /> +315<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Choice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote316" id="Quote316" /> +There's small choice in rotten apples.<br /> +316<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote317" id="Quote317" /> +Follow thou thy choice.<br /> +317<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Alcayde of Molina.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Choler.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote318" id="Quote318" /> +Must I give way and room to your rash choler?<br /> +Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?<br /> +318<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote319" id="Quote319" /> +Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;<br /> +Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.<br /> +319<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Christ.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote320" id="Quote320" /> +In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,<br /> +With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:<br /> +As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.<br /> +320<br /> +JULIA WARD HOWE: <i>Battle Hymn of the Republic.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote321" id="Quote321" /> +Hail to the King of Bethlehem,<br /> +Who weareth in his diadem<br /> +The yellow crocus for the gem<br /> +Of his authority.<br /> +321<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote322" id="Quote322" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Christ—the one great word</span><br /> +Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.<br /> +322<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Heaven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote323" id="Quote323" /> +We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.<br /> +323<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Biglow Papers,</i> No. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Christmas.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote324" id="Quote324" /> +At Christmas play, and make good cheer,<br /> +For Christmas comes but once a year.<br /> +324<br /> +TUSSER: 500 <i>Pts. Good Hus.,</i> Ch. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote325" id="Quote325" /> +Again at Christmas did we weave<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The holly round the Christmas hearth;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silent snow possess'd the earth.</span><br /> +325<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote326" id="Quote326" /> +Bright be thy Christmas tide!<br /> +Carol it far and wide,<br /> +Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!<br /> +326<br /> +FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: <i>Christmas Mottoes.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote327" id="Quote327" /> +Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;<br /> +But let it whistle as it will,<br /> +We'll keep our Christmas merry still.<br /> +327<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., Introduction.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote328" id="Quote328" /> +'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<br /> +Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse.<br /> +328<br /> +CLEMENT C. MOORE: <i>A Visit from St. Nicholas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Church.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote329" id="Quote329" /> +Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,<br /> +Will never mark the marble with his name.<br /> +329<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 285.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote330" id="Quote330" /> +"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak;<br /> +They would reply—"The faithful pure and meek,<br /> +From Christian folds, the one selected race,<br /> +Of all professions, and in every place."<br /> +330<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churchyard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote331" id="Quote331" /> +The solitary, silent, solemn scene,<br /> +Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,<br /> +Blended in dust together; where the slave<br /> +Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud<br /> +Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;<br /> +Where human folly sleeps.<br /> +331<br /> +DYER: <i>Ruins of Rome,</i> Line 540.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churlishness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote332" id="Quote332" /> +My master is of churlish disposition,<br /> +And little recks to find the way to heaven,<br /> +By doing deeds of hospitality.<br /> +332<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Circumstance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote333" id="Quote333" /> +And grasps the skirts of happy chance,<br /> +And breasts the blows of circumstance.<br /> +333<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. lxiii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Citadel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote334" id="Quote334" /> +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,<br /> +A forked mountain, or blue promontory<br /> +With trees upon't.<br /> +334<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Citizens.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote335" id="Quote335" /> +Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.<br /> +335<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Capture of Fugitive Slaves.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>City.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote336" id="Quote336" /> +As one who long in populous city pent,<br /> +Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.<br /> +336<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 445.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Civilities.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote337" id="Quote337" /> +Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,<br /> +Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.<br /> +337<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote338" id="Quote338" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Tho' he trip and fall,</span><br /> +He shall not blind his soul with clay.<br /> +338<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. vii., Line 308.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cleanliness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote339" id="Quote339" /> +E'en from the body's purity, the mind<br /> +Receives a secret sympathetic aid.<br /> +339<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1269.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clergyman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote340" id="Quote340" /> +Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd,<br /> +And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild,<br /> +There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,<br /> +The village preacher's modest mansion rose.<br /> +A man he was to all the country dear,<br /> +And passing rich with forty pounds a year.<br /> +340<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 137.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cliff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote341" id="Quote341" /> +As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,<br /> +Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—<br /> +Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,<br /> +Eternal sunshine settles on its head.<br /> +341<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 189.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote342" id="Quote342" /> +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,<br /> +To traverse climes beyond the western main.<br /> +342<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 409.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cloak.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote343" id="Quote343" /> +Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then take thine old cloake about thee.</span><br /> +343<br /> +PERCY: <i>Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clock.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote344" id="Quote344" /> +Till like a clock worn out with eating time,<br /> +The wheels of weary life at last stood still.<br /> +344<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Oedipus,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clothes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote345" id="Quote345" /> +The naked every day he clad<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he put on his clothes.</span><br /> +345<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clouds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote346" id="Quote346" /> +Circling the mountains the gray clouds go<br /> +Heavy with storms as a mother with child,<br /> +Seeking release from their burden of snow<br /> +With calm slow motion they cross the wild—<br /> +Stately and sombre, they catch and cling<br /> +To the barren crags of the peaks in the west,<br /> +Weary with waiting, and mad for rest.<br /> +346<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Clouds.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote347" id="Quote347" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clouds on the western side</span><br /> +Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.<br /> +347<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Twilight Calm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote348" id="Quote348" /> +Those clouds are angels' robes.—That fiery west<br /> +Is paved with smiling faces.<br /> +348<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote349" id="Quote349" /> +Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd,<br /> +And let the man who calleth be the caller,<br /> +And in his calling let him nothing call<br /> +But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods!<br /> +349<br /> +CAREY: <i>Chrononhotonthologos,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cock-crowing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote350" id="Quote350" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The early village cock</span><br /> +Hath twice done salutation to the morn.<br /> +350<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coincidence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote351" id="Quote351" /> +A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase<br /> +By which such things are settled nowadays.<br /> +351<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto vi., St. 78.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cold.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote352" id="Quote352" /> +The cold in clime are cold in blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their love can scarce deserve the name.</span><br /> +352<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 1099.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote353" id="Quote353" /> +For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,<br /> +And I am sick at heart.<br /> +353<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coliseum.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote354" id="Quote354" /> +"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;<br /> +When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;<br /> +And when Rome falls—the world."<br /> +354<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 145.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colossus.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote355" id="Quote355" /> +Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world<br /> +Like a Colossus, and we petty men<br /> +Walk under his huge legs and peep about<br /> +To find ourselves dishonorable graves.<br /> +355<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote356" id="Quote356" /> +I took it for a faery vision<br /> +Of some gay creatures of the element,<br /> +That in the colors of the rainbow live,<br /> +And play i' th' plighted clouds.<br /> +356<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 298.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Columbia.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote357" id="Quote357" /> +Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,<br /> +The queen of the world and child of the skies!<br /> +Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,<br /> +While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.<br /> +357<br /> +TIMOTHY DWIGHT: <i>Columbia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Column.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote358" id="Quote358" /> +Where London's column, pointing at the skies,<br /> +Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.<br /> +358<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 339.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Combat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote359" id="Quote359" /> +The combat deepens. On, ye brave,<br /> +Who rush to glory or the grave!<br /> +359<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Hohenlinden.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote360" id="Quote360" /> +Incens'd with indignation Satan stood<br /> +Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd<br /> +That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge<br /> +In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair<br /> +Shakes pestilence and war.<br /> +360<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 707.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comfort.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote361" id="Quote361" /> +O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late;<br /> +'Tis like a pardon after execution;<br /> +That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;<br /> +But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers.<br /> +361<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commandments.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote362" id="Quote362" /> +Could I come near your beauty with my nails,<br /> +I'd set my ten commandments in your face.<br /> +362<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commentators.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote363" id="Quote363" /> +How commentators each dark passage shun,<br /> +And hold their farthing candle to the sun.<br /> +363<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Commerce.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote364" id="Quote364" /> +Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,<br /> +And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.<br /> +364<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 91.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Communion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote365" id="Quote365" /> +When one that holds communion with the skies<br /> +Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,<br /> +And once more mingles with us meaner things,<br /> +'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.<br /> +365<br /> +COWPER: <i>Charity,</i> Line 435.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Companions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote366" id="Quote366" /> +Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'd make with joyful wing</span><br /> +Our annual visit o'er the globe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Companions of the spring.</span><br /> +366<br /> +JOHN LOGAN: <i>To the Cuckoo.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Comparisons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote367" id="Quote367" /> +When the moon shone, we did not see the candle;<br /> +So doth the greater glory dim the less.<br /> +367<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote368" id="Quote368" /> +In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,<br /> +Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!<br /> +368<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compass.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote369" id="Quote369" /> +Though pleased to see the dolphins play,<br /> +I mind my compass and my way.<br /> +369<br /> +MATTHEW GREEN: <i>Spleen,</i> Line 93.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compassion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote370" id="Quote370" /> +O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,<br /> +And not relent, or not compassion him?<br /> +370<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compensation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote371" id="Quote371" /> +Under the storm and the cloud to-day,<br /> +And to-day the hard peril and pain—<br /> +To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away,<br /> +For the sunshine shall follow the rain.<br /> +Merciful Father, I will not complain,<br /> +I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.<br /> +371<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>For Princess Maud.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Complexion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote372" id="Quote372" /> +Mislike me not for my complexion,<br /> +The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.<br /> +372<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Compulsion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote373" id="Quote373" /> +Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.<br /> +373<br /> +MILTON: <i>Arcades,</i> Line 68.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Concealment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She never told her love,</span><br /> +<a name="Quote374" id="Quote374" /> +But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,<br /> +Feed on her damask cheek.<br /> +374<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote375" id="Quote375" /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.<br /> +375<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conclusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote376" id="Quote376" /> +But this denoted a foregone conclusion.<br /> +376<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Concord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote377" id="Quote377" /> +Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,<br /> +Uproar the universal peace, confound<br /> +All unity on earth.<br /> +377<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Condemnation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote378" id="Quote378" /> +To each his suff'rings; all are men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Condemn'd alike to groan,—</span><br /> +The tender for another's pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Th' unfeeling for his own.</span><br /> +378<br /> +GRAY: <i>On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confession.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote379" id="Quote379" /> +Come, now again thy woes impart,<br /> +Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;<br /> +We cannot heal the throbbing heart,<br /> +Till we discern the wounds within.<br /> +379<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Hall of Justice,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confidence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I will believe</span><br /> +<a name="Quote380" id="Quote380" /> +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;<br /> +And so far will I trust thee.<br /> +380<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conflict.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Arms on armor clashing bray'd</span><br /> +<a name="Quote381" id="Quote381" /> +Horrible discord, and the madding wheels<br /> +Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise<br /> +Of conflict.<br /> +381<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 209.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Confusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote382" id="Quote382" /> +Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Confusion on thy banners wait!</span><br /> +382<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote383" id="Quote383" /> +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,<br /> +Confusion worse confounded.<br /> +383<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 995.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Congregation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote384" id="Quote384" /> +Wherever God erects a house of prayer,<br /> +The Devil always builds a chapel there;<br /> +And 't will be found, upon examination,<br /> +The latter has the largest congregation.<br /> +384<br /> +DEFOE: <i>True-Born Englishman,</i> Pt. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conquest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote385" id="Quote385" /> +Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They mock the air with idle slate.</span><br /> +385<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conscience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote386" id="Quote386" /> +Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;<br /> +And thus the native hue of resolution<br /> +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;<br /> +And enterprises of great pith and moment,<br /> +With this regard their currents torn awry,<br /> +And lose the name of action.<br /> +386<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote387" id="Quote387" /> +O conscience, into what abyss of fears<br /> +And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which<br /> +I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!<br /> +387<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 842.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote388" id="Quote388" /> +But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws<br /> +So much, as when we call our old debts in<br /> +At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,<br /> +And find a deuced balance with the devil.<br /> +388<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 167.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consideration.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote389" id="Quote389" /> +Consideration like an angel came,<br /> +And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him.<br /> +389<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consistency.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote390" id="Quote390" /> +Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;</span><br /> +But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ben true to <i>one</i> party, an' thet is himself.</span><br /> +390<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Biglow Papers,</i> No. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consolation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote391" id="Quote391" /> +This grief is crowned with consolation.<br /> +391<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote392" id="Quote392" /> +Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;<br /> +Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;<br /> +Raze out the written troubles of the brain;<br /> +And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,<br /> +Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,<br /> +Which weighs upon the heart?<br /> +392<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conspiracy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote393" id="Quote393" /> +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed<br /> +Than executed.<br /> +393<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Constancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote394" id="Quote394" /> +I am constant as the northern star,<br /> +Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality<br /> +There is no fellow in the firmament.<br /> +394<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote395" id="Quote395" /> +Alas! they had been friends in youth;<br /> +But whispering tongues can poison truth,<br /> +And constancy lives in realms above.<br /> +395<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Christabel,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Consummation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">To die: to sleep:</span><br /> +<a name="Quote396" id="Quote396" /> +No more; and by a sleep to say we end<br /> +The heartache and the thousand natural shocks<br /> +That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation<br /> +Devoutly to be wish'd.<br /> +396<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contemplation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote397" id="Quote397" /> +For contemplation he and valor form'd,<br /> +For softness she and sweet attractive grace.<br /> +397<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contempt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote398" id="Quote398" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">From no one vice exempt,</span><br /> +And most contemptible to shun contempt.<br /> +398<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 194.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote399" id="Quote399" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sons and brothers at a strife!</span><br /> +What is your quarrel? how began it first?<br /> +—No quarrel, but a slight contention.<br /> +399<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contentment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote400" id="Quote400" /> +He that commends me to mine own content,<br /> +Commends me to the thing I cannot get.<br /> +400<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote401" id="Quote401" /> +This is the charm, by sages often told,<br /> +Converting all it touches into gold:<br /> +Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed,<br /> +Can rear a garden in the desert waste.<br /> +401<br /> +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: <i>Clifton Grove,</i> Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Contradiction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote402" id="Quote402" /> +Woman's at best a contradiction still.<br /> +402<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 270.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Controversy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote403" id="Quote403" /> +Great contest follows, and much learned dust<br /> +Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,<br /> +And truth disclaiming both.<br /> +403<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iii., Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Conversation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote404" id="Quote404" /> +A dearth of words a woman need not fear;<br /> +But 't is a task indeed to learn—to hear:<br /> +In that the skill of conversation lies;<br /> +That shows or makes you both polite and wise.<br /> +404<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire v., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Converts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote405" id="Quote405" /> +More proselytes and converts use t' accrue<br /> +To false persuasions than the right and true;<br /> +For error and mistake are infinite,<br /> +But truth has but one way to be i' th' right.<br /> +405<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cooks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote406" id="Quote406" /> +Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks.<br /> +406<br /> +GARRICK: <i>Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coquette.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote407" id="Quote407" /> +Or light or dark, or short or tall,<br /> +She sets a springe to snare them all;<br /> +All 's one to her—above her fan<br /> +She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.<br /> +407<br /> +T.B. ALDRICH: <i>Coquette.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Corruption.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote408" id="Quote408" /> +Corruption is a tree, whose branches are<br /> +Of an unmeasurable length: they spread<br /> +Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence<br /> +Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.<br /> +408<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Hon. Man's For.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote409" id="Quote409" /> +At length corruption, like a general flood,<br /> +(So long by watchful ministers withstood,)<br /> +Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,<br /> +Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.<br /> +409<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Counsel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote410" id="Quote410" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bosom up my counsel,</span><br /> +You'll find it wholesome.<br /> +410<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote411" id="Quote411" /> +Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,<br /> +Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.<br /> +411<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Country.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote412" id="Quote412" /> +God made the country, and man made the town;<br /> +What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts,<br /> +That can alone make sweet the bitter draught<br /> +That life holds out to all, should most abound,<br /> +And least be threatened in the fields and groves?<br /> +412<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. i., Line 749.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote413" id="Quote413" /> +True patriots all; for be it understood<br /> +We left our country for our country's good.<br /> +413<br /> +GEORGE BARRINGTON: <i>Prologue written for<br /> +the Opening of the Playhouse at New South<br /> +Wales, Jan. 16, 1796.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote414" id="Quote414" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What man dare, I dare.</span><br /> +Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,<br /> +The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger.<br /> +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves<br /> +Shall never tremble.<br /> +414<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote415" id="Quote415" /> +I dare do all that may become a man:<br /> +Who dares do more is none.<br /> +415<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote416" id="Quote416" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">No thought of flight,</span><br /> +None of retreat, no unbecoming deed<br /> +That argued fear; each on himself relied,<br /> +As only in his arm the moment lay<br /> +Of victory.<br /> +416<br /> +MILTON, <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 236.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Court—Courtiers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote417" id="Quote417" /> +The caterpillars of the commonwealth,<br /> +Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.<br /> +417<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote418" id="Quote418" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Not a courtier,</span><br /> +Although they wear their faces to the bent<br /> +Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not<br /> +Glad at the thing they scowl at.<br /> +418<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote419" id="Quote419" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A mere court butterfly,</span><br /> +That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.<br /> +419<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courtesy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote420" id="Quote420" /> +How sweet and gracious, even in common speech,<br /> +Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!<br /> +Wholesome as air and genial as the light,<br /> +Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,—<br /> +It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,<br /> +And gives its owner passport round the globe.<br /> +420<br /> +JAMES T. FIELDS: <i>Courtesy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Courtship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote421" id="Quote421" /> +Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,<br /> +And lay incessant battery to her heart;<br /> +Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,—<br /> +These engines can the proudest love convert.<br /> +421<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Amoretti and Epithalamion,</i> Sonnet xiv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote422" id="Quote422" /> +She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;<br /> +She is a woman, therefore may be won.<br /> +422<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote423" id="Quote423" /> +He that would win his dame must do<br /> +As love does when he draws his bow;<br /> +With one hand thrust the lady from,<br /> +And with the other pull her home.<br /> +423<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Covetousness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote424" id="Quote424" /> +When workmen strive to do better than well,<br /> +They do confound their skill in covetousness.<br /> +424<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowardice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote425" id="Quote425" /> +O, that a mighty man, of such descent,<br /> +Of such possessions, and so high esteem,<br /> +Should be infused with so foul a spirit!<br /> +425<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Introduction, Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote426" id="Quote426" /> +Cowards die many times before their deaths;<br /> +The valiant never taste of death but once.<br /> +426<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote427" id="Quote427" /> +The man that lays his hand upon a woman,<br /> +Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch<br /> +Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.<br /> +427<br /> +JOHN TOBIN: <i>Honeymoon,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote428" id="Quote428" /> +The coward never on himself relies,<br /> +But to an equal for assistance flies.<br /> +428<br /> +CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowslips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote429" id="Quote429" /> +With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,<br /> +And every flower that sad embroidery wears.<br /> +429<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 139.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coxcombs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote430" id="Quote430" /> +So by false learning is good sense defac'd;<br /> +Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,<br /> +And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools.<br /> +430<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. i., Line 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote431" id="Quote431" /> +And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.<br /> +431<br /> +JOHN BROWN: <i>An Essay on Satire.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cradle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote432" id="Quote432" /> +Me let the tender office long engage<br /> +To rock the cradle of reposing age.<br /> +432<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 408.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Craftiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote433" id="Quote433" /> +That for ways that are dark<br /> +And for tricks that are vain,<br /> +The heathen Chinee is peculiar.<br /> +433<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>Plain Language from Truthful James.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Creation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote434" id="Quote434" /> +Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse<br /> +Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—<br /> +An awful pause! prophetic of her end.<br /> +434<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Credit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote435" id="Quote435" /> +Bless paper credit! last and best supply!<br /> +That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.<br /> +435<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 39.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Creed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote436" id="Quote436" /> +Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side<br /> +In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?<br /> +Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,<br /> +If he kneel not before the same altar with me?<br /> +436<br /> +MOORE: <i>Come, Send Round the Wine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crime.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote437" id="Quote437" /> +Between the acting of a dreadful thing<br /> +And the first motion, all the interim is<br /> +Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.<br /> +437<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote438" id="Quote438" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">One murder made a villain,</span><br /> +Millions a hero. Princes were privileged<br /> +To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.<br /> +438<br /> +BEILBY PORTEUS: <i>Death,</i> Line 154.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Criticism—Critics.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote439" id="Quote439" /> +I am nothing if not critical.<br /> +439<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote440" id="Quote440" /> +Critics I saw, that other names deface,<br /> +And fix their own, with labor, in their place.<br /> +440<br /> +POPE: <i>Temple of Fame,</i> Line 37.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cromwell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote441" id="Quote441" /> +Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,<br /> +Not of war only, but detractions rude,<br /> +Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,<br /> +To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.<br /> +441<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cross.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote442" id="Quote442" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The moon of Mahomet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Arose, and it shall set;</span><br /> +While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The cross leads generations on.</span><br /> +442<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 221.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crowd.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote443" id="Quote443" /> +Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.</span><br /> +443<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crown.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote444" id="Quote444" /> +Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,<br /> +And put a barren sceptre in my gripe.<br /> +444<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote445" id="Quote445" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What seem'd his head</span><br /> +The likeness of a kingly crown had on.<br /> +Satan was now at hand.<br /> +445<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 666.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cruelty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote446" id="Quote446" /> +A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,<br /> +Uncapable of pity, void and empty<br /> +From any dram of mercy.<br /> +446<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cupid.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote447" id="Quote447" /> +Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,<br /> +And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.<br /> +447<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote448" id="Quote448" /> +Cupid is a casuist,<br /> +A mystic, and a cabalist,—<br /> +Can your lurking thought surprise,<br /> +And interpret your device....<br /> +Heralds high before him run;<br /> +He has ushers many a one;<br /> +He spreads his welcome where he goes,<br /> +And touches all things with his rose.<br /> +All things wait for and divine him,—<br /> +How shall I dare to malign him?<br /> +448<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Daem. and Celes., Love,</i> Pt. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote449" id="Quote449" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">'T is an ill cure</span><br /> +For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.<br /> +449<br /> +SIR HENRY TAYLOR: <i>Philip Van Artevelde,</i> Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curfew.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote450" id="Quote450" /> +The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,</span><br /> +The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leaves the world to darkness and to me.</span><br /> +450<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curiosity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote451" id="Quote451" /> +I loathe that low vice, curiosity.<br /> +451<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curls.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote452" id="Quote452" /> +Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,—<br /> +The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.<br /> +452<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 684.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Current.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote453" id="Quote453" /> +We must take the current when it serves,<br /> +Or lose our ventures.<br /> +453<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Curses.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote454" id="Quote454" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Let this pernicious hour</span><br /> +Stand aye accursed in the calendar.<br /> +454<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote455" id="Quote455" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">But in their stead</span><br /> +Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,<br /> +Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.<br /> +455<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote456" id="Quote456" /> +It was that fatal and perfidious bark,<br /> +Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.<br /> +456<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 100.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Custom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote457" id="Quote457" /> +How use doth breed a habit in a man!<br /> +457<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote458" id="Quote458" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Custom calls me to 't;—</span><br /> +What custom wills, in all things should we do 't?<br /> +458<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote459" id="Quote459" /> +Assume a virtue, if you have it not.<br /> +That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,<br /> +Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.<br /> +459<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cypress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote460" id="Quote460" /> +Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled,<br /> +The only constant mourner o'er the dead.<br /> +460<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 286.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_D" id="Alphabet_D" /> +<h2>D.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daffadills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote461" id="Quote461" /> +Fair daffadills, we weep to see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You haste away so soon:</span><br /> +As yet the early rising sun<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has not attained his noon.</span><br /> +461<br /> +HERRICK: <i>To Daffadills.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dagger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote462" id="Quote462" /> +Is this a dagger which I see before me,<br /> +The handle toward my hand?...<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">or art thou but</span><br /> +A dagger of the mind, a false creation,<br /> +Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?<br /> +462<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daisy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote463" id="Quote463" /> +The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush,<br /> +She is of such low degree.<br /> +463<br /> +HOOD: <i>Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Damnation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote464" id="Quote464" /> +And deal damnation round the land.<br /> +464<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Damsel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote465" id="Quote465" /> +A damsel with a dulcimer<br /> +In a vision once I saw.<br /> +465<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Kubla Khan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dancing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote466" id="Quote466" /> +Alike all ages: dames of ancient days<br /> +Have led their children through the mirthful maze:<br /> +And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,<br /> +Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.<br /> +466<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 251.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote467" id="Quote467" /> +Her feet beneath her petticoat,<br /> +Like little mice, stole in and out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if they feared the light;</span><br /> +But, oh! she dances such a way!<br /> +No sun upon an Easter-day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is half so fine a sight.</span><br /> +467<br /> +SUCKLING: <i>On a Wedding.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote468" id="Quote468" /> +Come and trip it as you go<br /> +On the light fantastic toe.<br /> +468<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote469" id="Quote469" /> +On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!<br /> +No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,<br /> +To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.<br /> +469<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote470" id="Quote470" /> +You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?</span><br /> +470<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Danger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote471" id="Quote471" /> +He that stands upon a slippery place,<br /> +Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.<br /> +471<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote472" id="Quote472" /> +Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.<br /> +472<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote473" id="Quote473" /> +Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,<br /> +Nor thought of tender happiness betray.<br /> +473<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Character of the Happy Warrior.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dante.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote474" id="Quote474" /> +Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,<br /> +Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it.<br /> +474<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>One Word More,</i> xvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daring.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote475" id="Quote475" /> +I dare do all that may become a man;<br /> +Who dares do more is none.<br /> +475<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote476" id="Quote476" /> +The bravest are the tenderest,—<br /> +The loving are the daring.<br /> +476<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>The Song of the Camp.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Darkness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote477" id="Quote477" /> +Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief<br /> +On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair<br /> +It has mantled a world.<br /> +477<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>From Sea to Sea,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote478" id="Quote478" /> +Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,<br /> +And universal darkness buries all.<br /> +478<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 649.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote479" id="Quote479" /> +Th' adorning thee with so much art<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is but a barb'rous skill;</span><br /> +'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too apt before to kill.</span><br /> +479<br /> +ABRAHAM COWLEY: <i>The Waiting Maid.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Daughter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote480" id="Quote480" /> +Still harping on my daughter.<br /> +480<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote481" id="Quote481" /> +Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!<br /> +Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.<br /> +481<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dawn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote482" id="Quote482" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The morning steals upon the night,</span><br /> +Melting the darkness.<br /> +482<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote483" id="Quote483" /> +The day begins to break, and night is fled,<br /> +Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.<br /> +483<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote484" id="Quote484" /> +Clothing the palpable and familiar<br /> +With golden exhalations of the dawn.<br /> +484<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Death of Wallenstein,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Day, Days.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote485" id="Quote485" /> +At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,<br /> +And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,<br /> +When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,<br /> +And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.<br /> +485<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Hermit.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote486" id="Quote486" /> +My days are in the yellow leaf;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flowers and fruits of love are gone;</span><br /> +The worm, the canker, and the grief<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are mine alone!</span><br /> +486<br /> +BYRON: <i>On my Thirty-sixth Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote487" id="Quote487" /> +One of those heavenly days that cannot die.<br /> +487<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Nutting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Death.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote488" id="Quote488" /> +Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,<br /> +It seems to me most strange that men should fear;<br /> +Seeing that death, a necessary end,<br /> +Will come, when it will come.<br /> +488<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote489" id="Quote489" /> +Kings and mightiest potentates must die,<br /> +For that's the end of human misery.<br /> +489<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote490" id="Quote490" /> +Death lies on her, like an untimely frost<br /> +Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.<br /> +490<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote491" id="Quote491" /> +Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.<br /> +491<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote492" id="Quote492" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Behind her death,</span><br /> +Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet<br /> +On his pale horse.<br /> +492<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 588.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote493" id="Quote493" /> +Come to the bridal chamber, Death!<br /> +Come to the mother's, when she feels,<br /> +For the first time, her first-born's breath;<br /> +Come when the blessed seals<br /> +That close the pestilence are broke,<br /> +And crowded cities wail its stroke;<br /> +Come in consumption's ghastly form,<br /> +The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;<br /> +Come when the heart beats high and warm,<br /> +With banquet song, and dance, and wine;<br /> +And thou art terrible,—the tear,<br /> +The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,<br /> +And all we know, or dream, or fear<br /> +Of agony are thine.<br /> +493<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote494" id="Quote494" /> +Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.<br /> +494<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 1011.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote495" id="Quote495" /> +To every man upon this earth<br /> +Death cometh soon or late.<br /> +495<br /> +MACAULAY: <i>Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,</i> xxvii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote496" id="Quote496" /> +Leaves have their times to fall,<br /> +And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,<br /> +And stars to set—but all,<br /> +Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death.<br /> +496<br /> +MRS. HEMANS: <i>Hour of Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +Death is only kind to mortals.<br /> +<a name="Quote497" id="Quote497" />497<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Complaint of Ceres,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote498" id="Quote498" /> +What a strange, delicious amazement is Death,<br /> +To be without body and breathe without breath.<br /> +498<br /> +EDWIN ARNOLD: <i>She and He.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote499" id="Quote499" /> +There is no Death! What seems so is transition;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This life of mortal breath</span><br /> +Is but a suburb of the life elysian,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose portal we call death.</span><br /> +499<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Resignation,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote500" id="Quote500" /> +Our days begin with trouble here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our life is but a span,</span><br /> +And cruel death is always near,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So frail a thing is man.</span><br /> +500<br /> +<i>From the New England Primer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote501" id="Quote501" /> +Death rides on every passing breeze,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lurks in every flower.</span><br /> +501<br /> +HEBER: <i>At a Funeral,</i> No. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote502" id="Quote502" /> +How wonderful is Death!<br /> +Death and his brother Sleep.<br /> +502<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Queen Mab,</i> St. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote503" id="Quote503" /> +And Death is beautiful as feet of friend<br /> +Coming with welcome at our journey's end.<br /> +503<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>To George William Curtis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote504" id="Quote504" /> +Death in itself is nothing; but we fear<br /> +To be we know not what, we know not where.<br /> +504<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Aurengzebe,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Debt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote505" id="Quote505" /> +You say, you nothing owe; and so I say:<br /> +He only owes, who something hath to pay.<br /> +505<br /> +MARTIAL: (<i>Hay</i>), ii., 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote506" id="Quote506" /> +Before decay's effacing fingers<br /> +Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.<br /> +506<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 68.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote507" id="Quote507" /> +The ruins of himself! now worn away<br /> +With age, yet still majestic in decay.<br /> +507<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xxiv., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote508" id="Quote508" /> +Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,<br /> +And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.<br /> +508<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote509" id="Quote509" /> +O, what a tangled web we weave,<br /> +When first we practise to deceive.<br /> +509<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 17<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>December.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote510" id="Quote510" /> +And after him came next the chill December:<br /> +Yet he, through merry feasting which he made<br /> +And great bonfires, did not the cold remember;<br /> +His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad.<br /> +510<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote511" id="Quote511" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">As soon</span><br /> +Seek roses in December, ice in June.<br /> +511<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decency.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote512" id="Quote512" /> +Immodest words admit of no defence,<br /> +For want of decency is want of sense.<br /> +512<br /> +EARL OF ROSCOMMON: <i>Essay on Translated Verse</i>; Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Decision.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote513" id="Quote513" /> +If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well<br /> +It were done quickly.<br /> +513<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote514" id="Quote514" /> +Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,<br /> +In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;<br /> +Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,<br /> +Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right;<br /> +And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.<br /> +514<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Present Crisis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deeds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote515" id="Quote515" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">And with necessity,</span><br /> +The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.<br /> +515<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote516" id="Quote516" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh! 't is easy</span><br /> +To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them—<br /> +The threading in cold blood each mean detail,<br /> +And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance—<br /> +There lies the self-denial.<br /> +516<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deep.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote517" id="Quote517" /> +Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies,<br /> +Methinks her patient sons before me stand,<br /> +Where the broad ocean leans against the land.<br /> +517<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 282.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defeat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote518" id="Quote518" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Such a numerous host</span><br /> +Fled not in silence through the frighted deep,<br /> +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,<br /> +Confusion worse confounded.<br /> +518<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 993.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defect.</b><br /> +<br /> +So may a glory from defect arise.<br /> +<a name="Quote519" id="Quote519" />519<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Deaf and Dumb.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defence.</b><br /> +<br /> +What boots it at one gate to make defence,<br /> +And at another to let in the foe?<br /> +<a name="Quote520" id="Quote520" />520<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 560.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defiance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote521" id="Quote521" /> +I do defy him, and I spit at him;<br /> +Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain:<br /> +Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;<br /> +And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot,<br /> +Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.<br /> +521<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote522" id="Quote522" /> +Hail, source of being! universal soul<br /> +Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail!<br /> +To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts<br /> +Continual, climb; who, with a master hand,<br /> +Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.<br /> +522<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 556.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dejection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote523" id="Quote523" /> +As high as we have mounted in delight,<br /> +In our dejection do we sink as low.<br /> +523<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Resolution and Independence,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delay.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote524" id="Quote524" /> +Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.<br /> +524<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote525" id="Quote525" /> +Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer;<br /> +Next day the fatal precedent will plead;<br /> +Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life.<br /> +525<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 390.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deliberation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote526" id="Quote526" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Deep on his front engraven,</span><br /> +Deliberation sat, and public care.<br /> +526<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 300.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote527" id="Quote527" /> +She was a phantom of delight<br /> +When first she gleamed upon my sight,<br /> +A lovely apparition, sent<br /> +To be a moment's ornament.<br /> +527<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>She was a Phantom of Delight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Delusion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote528" id="Quote528" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">For love of grace,</span><br /> +Lay not that flattering unction to your soul<br /> +That not your trespass but my madness speaks:<br /> +It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.<br /> +Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,<br /> +Infects unseen.<br /> +528<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Denmark.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote529" id="Quote529" /> +Something is rotten in the State of Denmark.<br /> +529<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Deportment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote530" id="Quote530" /> +What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,<br /> +Unless deportment gives them decent grace?<br /> +Blest with all other requisites to please,<br /> +Some want the striking elegance of ease;<br /> +The curious eye their awkward movement tires;<br /> +They seem like puppets led about by wires.<br /> +530<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 741.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Depravity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote531" id="Quote531" /> +God's love seemed lost upon him.<br /> +531<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Heaven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Depression.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote532" id="Quote532" /> +All day the darkness and the cold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon my heart have lain,</span><br /> +Like shadows on the winter sky,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like frost upon the pane.</span><br /> +532<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>On Receiving an Eagle's Quill.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desert.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote533" id="Quote533" /> +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,<br /> +Or in the wide desert where no life is found.<br /> +533<br /> +HOOD. <i>Sonnet, Silence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote534" id="Quote534" /> +The keenest pangs the wretched find<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are rapture to the dreary void,</span><br /> +The leafless desert of the mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waste of feelings unemployed.</span><br /> +534<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 957.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desire (Love).</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote535" id="Quote535" /> +It liveth not in fierce desire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With dead desire it doth not die.</span><br /> +535<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto v., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Desolation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote536" id="Quote536" /> +Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate.<br /> +Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,<br /> +Yet with itself every soul standeth single,<br /> +Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan;<br /> +Holding and having its brief exultation;<br /> +Making its lonesome and low lamentation;<br /> +Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.<br /> +536<br /> +ALICE CARY: <i>Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Despair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote537" id="Quote537" /> +Despair defies even despotism; there is<br /> +That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts<br /> +With levell'd spears.<br /> +537<br /> +BYRON: <i>Two Foscari,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote538" id="Quote538" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then black despair,</span><br /> +The shadow of a starless night, was thrown<br /> +Over the world in which I moved alone.<br /> +538<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Revolt of Islam, Dedication,</i> St. 6<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote539" id="Quote539" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The strongest and the fiercest spirit</span><br /> +That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.<br /> +539<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 44.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Destiny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote540" id="Quote540" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That old miracle—Love-at-first-sight—</span><br /> +Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright<br /> +Its destiny sometimes.<br /> +540<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote541" id="Quote541" /> +Where'er she lie,<br /> +Locked up from mortal eye,<br /> +In shady leaves of destiny.<br /> +541<br /> +RICHARD CRASHAW: <i>Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Determination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote542" id="Quote542" /> +I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,<br /> +And bid me hold my peace.<br /> +542<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Detraction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote543" id="Quote543" /> +Happy are they that hear their detractions,<br /> +And can put them to mending.<br /> +543<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote544" id="Quote544" /> +A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;<br /> +At every word a reputation dies.<br /> +544<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Devil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote545" id="Quote545" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">'T is the eye of childhood</span><br /> +That fears a painted devil.<br /> +545<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote546" id="Quote546" /> +The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be;<br /> +The devil was well, the devil a saint was he.<br /> +546<br /> +RABELAIS: <i>Works,</i> Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Devotion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote547" id="Quote547" /> +As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean<br /> +Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,<br /> +So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion<br /> +Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.<br /> +547<br /> +MOORE: <i>As Down in the Sunless Retreats.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dew.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote548" id="Quote548" /> +What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,<br /> +Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?<br /> +548<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote549" id="Quote549" /> +True as the dial to the sun,<br /> +Although it be not shin'd upon.<br /> +549<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Difficulty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote550" id="Quote550" /> +It is as hard to come, as for a camel<br /> +To thread the postern of a needle's eye.<br /> +550<br /> +SHAKS: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dignity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote551" id="Quote551" /> +Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,<br /> +In every gesture dignity and love.<br /> +551<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 488.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Digression.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote552" id="Quote552" /> +And there began a lang digression<br /> +About the lords o' the creation.<br /> +552<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Twa Dogs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dinner.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote553" id="Quote553" /> +Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.<br /> +553<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., St. 99.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disappointment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote554" id="Quote554" /> +Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd,<br /> +Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd!<br /> +554<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote555" id="Quote555" /> +Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.<br /> +555<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote556" id="Quote556" /> +From hence, let fierce contending nations know<br /> +What dire effects from civil discord flow.<br /> +556<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discourse.</b><br /> +<br /> +Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,<br /> +Looking before and after, gave us not<br /> +That capability and godlike reason<br /> +To fust in us unused.<br /> +<a name="Quote557" id="Quote557" />557<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Discretion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote558" id="Quote558" /> +Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,<br /> +Not to outsport discretion.<br /> +558<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote559" id="Quote559" /> +It shewed discretion, the best part of valor.<br /> +559<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>King and No King,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Diseases.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote560" id="Quote560" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Diseases, desperate grown,</span><br /> +By desperate appliance are reliev'd,<br /> +Or not at all.<br /> +560<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disguise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote561" id="Quote561" /> +'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise;<br /> +It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength.<br /> +561<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night viii., Line 372.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dislike.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote562" id="Quote562" /> +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,<br /> +The reason why I cannot tell;<br /> +But this alone I know full well,<br /> +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.<br /> +562<br /> +TOM BROWN: <i>Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,</i> 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disobedience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote563" id="Quote563" /> +Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit<br /> +Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste<br /> +Brought death into the world, and all our woe.<br /> +563<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disorder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote564" id="Quote564" /> +You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,<br /> +With most admir'd disorder.<br /> +564<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Disposition.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote565" id="Quote565" /> +He is of a very melancholy disposition.<br /> +565<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dispute.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote566" id="Quote566" /> +'T is strange how some men's tempers suit,<br /> +Like bawd and brandy, with dispute,<br /> +That for their own opinions stand fast,<br /> +Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd.<br /> +566<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissension.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote567" id="Quote567" /> +Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,<br /> +That no dissension hinder government.<br /> +567<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissimulation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote568" id="Quote568" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Away and mock the time with fairest show;</span><br /> +False face must hide what the false heart doth know.<br /> +568<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dissolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote569" id="Quote569" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like the baseless fabric of this vision,</span><br /> +The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,<br /> +The solemn temples, the great globe itself,<br /> +Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;<br /> +And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,<br /> +Leave not a rack behind.<br /> +569<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Distance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote570" id="Quote570" /> +'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,<br /> +And robes the mountain in its azure hue.<br /> +570<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote571" id="Quote571" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Sweetest melodies</span><br /> +Are those that are by distance made more sweet.<br /> +571<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Distrust.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote572" id="Quote572" /> +The saddest thing that can befall a soul<br /> +Is when it loses faith in God and woman.<br /> +572<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Divinity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote573" id="Quote573" /> +There's a divinity that shapes our ends,<br /> +Rough-hew them how we will.<br /> +573<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doctrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote574" id="Quote574" /> +And prove their doctrine orthodox,<br /> +By apostolic blows and knocks.<br /> +574<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dogs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote575" id="Quote575" /> +Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;<br /> +As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,<br /> +Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept<br /> +All by the name of dogs.<br /> +575<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dominion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote576" id="Quote576" /> +Here we may reign secure, and in my choice<br /> +To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:<br /> +Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.<br /> +576<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 261.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote577" id="Quote577" /> +What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?<br /> +577<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Doubt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote578" id="Quote578" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Modest doubt is call'd</span><br /> +The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches<br /> +To the bottom of the worst.<br /> +578<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote579" id="Quote579" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Our doubts are traitors,</span><br /> +And make us lose the good we oft might win,<br /> +By fearing to attempt.<br /> +579<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drama.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote580" id="Quote580" /> +The drama's laws the drama's patrons give,<br /> +For we that live to please, must please to live.<br /> +580<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dreams.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote581" id="Quote581" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I talk of dreams</span><br /> +Which are the children of an idle brain,<br /> +Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;<br /> +Which is as thin of substance as the air;<br /> +And more inconstant than the wind.<br /> +581<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote582" id="Quote582" /> +Dreams in their development have breath,<br /> +And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.<br /> +582<br /> +BYRON: <i>Dream,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote583" id="Quote583" /> +Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,<br /> +Unnatural and full of contradictions;<br /> +Yet others of our most romantic schemes<br /> +Are something more than fictions.<br /> +583<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Haunted House.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote584" id="Quote584" /> +Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.<br /> +584<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Two Voices,</i> St. cxxvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote585" id="Quote585" /> +Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;<br /> +In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.<br /> +585<br /> +LADY M.W. MONTAGU: <i>A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote586" id="Quote586" /> +We sacrifice to dress, till household joys<br /> +And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,<br /> +And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,<br /> +And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,<br /> +Where peace and hospitality might reign.<br /> +586<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 614.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drink—Drinking—Drunkenness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote587" id="Quote587" /> +Oh, that men should put an enemy in<br /> +Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we<br /> +Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause,<br /> +Transform ourselves into beasts!<br /> +587<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3,<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote588" id="Quote588" /> +Give him strong drink until he wink,<br /> +That's sinking in despair;<br /> +An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,<br /> +That's prest wi' grief an' care,<br /> +There let him house and deep carouse,<br /> +Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,<br /> +Till he forgets his loves or debts,<br /> +An' minds his griefs no more.<br /> +588<br /> +BURNS: <i>Scotch Drink.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dryden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote589" id="Quote589" /> +Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join<br /> +The varying verse, the full resounding line,<br /> +The long majestic march, and energy divine.<br /> +589<br /> +POPE: Satire v., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Duelling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote590" id="Quote590" /> +Some fiery fop, with new commission vain,<br /> +Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man;<br /> +Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast,<br /> +Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.<br /> +590<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dunce.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote591" id="Quote591" /> +How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,<br /> +Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home.<br /> +591<br /> +COWPER: <i>Prog. of Error,</i> Line 415.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dungeon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote592" id="Quote592" /> +Dweller in yon dungeon dark,<br /> +Hangman of creation, mark!<br /> +592<br /> +BURNS: <i>Ode on Mrs. Oswald.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Duty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote593" id="Quote593" /> +Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!<br /> +O Duty! if that name thou love<br /> +Who art a light to guide, a rod<br /> +To check the erring, and reprove;<br /> +Thou, who art victory and law<br /> +When empty terrors overawe;<br /> +From vain temptations dost set free;<br /> +And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!<br /> +593<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_E" id="Alphabet_E" /> +<h2>E.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eagle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote594" id="Quote594" /> +So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,<br /> +No more through rolling clouds to soar again,<br /> +View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,<br /> +And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.<br /> +594<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 826.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote595" id="Quote595" /> +Where more is meant than meets the ear.<br /> +595<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 120.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Earth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote596" id="Quote596" /> +The earth doth like a snake renew<br /> +Her winter weeds outworn.<br /> +596<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 1060.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote597" id="Quote597" /> +Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,<br /> +Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe<br /> +That all was lost.<br /> +597<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 782.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote598" id="Quote598" /> +Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.<br /> +598<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Maid's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote599" id="Quote599" /> +Earth with her thousand voices praises God.<br /> +599<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ease.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote600" id="Quote600" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ease would recant</span><br /> +Vows made in pain, as violent and void.<br /> +600<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 96.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>East.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote601" id="Quote601" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">An hour before the worshipp'd sun</span><br /> +Peered forth the golden window of the east.<br /> +601<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Easter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote602" id="Quote602" /> +Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Without delays,</span><br /> +Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">With Him mayst rise:</span><br /> +That, as His death calcined thee to dust,<br /> +His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.<br /> +602<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church.</i> <i>Easter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eating.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote603" id="Quote603" /> +Unquiet meals make ill digestions.<br /> +603<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote604" id="Quote604" /> +Some hae meat and canna eat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And some would eat that want it;</span><br /> +But we hae meat, and we can eat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sae let the Lord be thankit.</span><br /> +604<br /> +BURNS: <i>Grace before Meat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Echo.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote605" id="Quote605" /> +Echo waits with art and care<br /> +And will the faults of song repair.<br /> +605<br /> +EMERSON: <i>May-Day,</i> Line 439.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote606" id="Quote606" /> +O love, they die, in yon rich sky,<br /> +They faint on hill or field or river:<br /> +Our echoes roll from soul to soul,<br /> +And grow for ever and for ever.<br /> +606<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iii., <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eclipse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote607" id="Quote607" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The sun, ...</span><br /> +In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds<br /> +On half the nations, and with fear of change<br /> +Perplexes monarchs.<br /> +607<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 597.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote608" id="Quote608" /> +They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,<br /> +Through Eden took their solitary way.<br /> +608<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xii., Line 645.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Education.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote609" id="Quote609" /> +'Tis education forms the common mind;<br /> +Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.<br /> +609<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eloquence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote610" id="Quote610" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">His tongue</span><br /> +Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear<br /> +The better reason, to perplex and dash<br /> +Maturest counsels.<br /> +610<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Emerson.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote611" id="Quote611" /> +There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one,<br /> +Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.<br /> +611<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>A Fable for Critics.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eminence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote612" id="Quote612" /> +He who ascends to mountain tops shall find<br /> +The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow;<br /> +He who surpasses or subdues mankind,<br /> +Must look down on the hate of those below.<br /> +612<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Empire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote613" id="Quote613" /> +Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.</span><br /> +613<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>End.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote614" id="Quote614" /> +Life's but a means unto an end; that end<br /> +Beginning, mean, and end to all things,—God.<br /> +614<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>A Country Town.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Endurance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote615" id="Quote615" /> +'Tis not now who's stout and bold?<br /> +But who bears hunger best, and cold?<br /> +And he's approv'd the most deserving,<br /> +Who longest can hold out at starving.<br /> +615<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>England.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote616" id="Quote616" /> +O England!—model to thy inward greatness,<br /> +Like little body with a mighty heart,—<br /> +What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,<br /> +Were all thy children kind and natural!<br /> +616<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., <i>Chorus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Enmity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote617" id="Quote617" /> +'Tis death to me to be at enmity;<br /> +I hate it, and desire all good men's love.<br /> +617<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ensign.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote618" id="Quote618" /> +Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long has it waved on high,</span><br /> +And many an eye has danced to see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That banner in the sky.</span><br /> +618<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Old Ironside.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Enthusiasm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote619" id="Quote619" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Rash enthusiasm, in good society</span><br /> +Were nothing but a moral inebriety.<br /> +619<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiii., Line 35.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Envy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote620" id="Quote620" /> +Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise,<br /> +For envy is a kind of praise.<br /> +620<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 44.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote621" id="Quote621" /> +Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue;<br /> +But, like a shadow, proves the substance true.<br /> +621<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 266.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote622" id="Quote622" /> +Base envy withers at another's joy,<br /> +And hates that excellence it cannot reach.<br /> +622<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 284.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Epitaphs.</b><br /> +<br /> +Nobles and heralds, by your leave,<br /> +Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,<br /> +The son of Adam and of Eve:<br /> +Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?<br /> +<a name="Quote623" id="Quote623" />623<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Ep. Extempore.</i><br /> +<br /> +Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;</span><br /> +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.</span><br /> +<a name="Quote624" id="Quote624" />624<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Equality.</b><br /> +<br /> +The trickling rain doth fall<br /> +Upon us one and all;<br /> +The south wind kisses<br /> +The saucy milkmaid's cheek,<br /> +The nun's demure and meek,<br /> +Nor any misses.<br /> +<a name="Quote625" id="Quote625" />625<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>A Madrigal,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Error.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote626" id="Quote626" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Shall Error in the round of time</span><br /> +Still father Truth?<br /> +626<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Love and Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote627" id="Quote627" /> +But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dies among his worshippers.</span><br /> +627<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Battle-Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eternity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote628" id="Quote628" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Beyond is all abyss,</span><br /> +Eternity, whose end no eye can reach.<br /> +628<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xii., Line 555.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote629" id="Quote629" /> +Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!<br /> +629<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Europe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote630" id="Quote630" /> +Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.<br /> +630<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 184.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eve.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote631" id="Quote631" /> +Adam the goodliest man of men since born<br /> +His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.<br /> +631<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost.,</i> Bk. iv., Line 323.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Evening.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote632" id="Quote632" /> +The day is done, and the darkness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Falls from the wings of Night,</span><br /> +As a feather is wafted downward<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From an eagle in his flight.</span><br /> +632<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>The Day is Done.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote633" id="Quote633" /> +The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;<br /> +The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;<br /> +The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep;<br /> +And evening's breath, wandering here and there<br /> +Over the quivering surface of the stream,<br /> +Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream.<br /> +633<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Evening.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Evil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote634" id="Quote634" /> +Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!<br /> +Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.<br /> +Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least<br /> +Divided empire with heaven's king I hold.<br /> +634<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 108.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote635" id="Quote635" /> +Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed,<br /> +And feeds the green earth with its swift decay,<br /> +Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.<br /> +635<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Prometheus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Example.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote636" id="Quote636" /> +The evil that men do lives after them,<br /> +The good is oft interred with their bones.<br /> +636<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote637" id="Quote637" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">By his life alone,</span><br /> +Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown.<br /> +637<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Pennsylvania Pilgrim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Excess.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote638" id="Quote638" /> +To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,<br /> +To throw a perfume on the violet,<br /> +To smooth the ice, or add another hue<br /> +Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light<br /> +To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish,<br /> +Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.<br /> +638<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Exile.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote639" id="Quote639" /> +Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,<br /> +The modest matron, and the blushing maid,<br /> +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,<br /> +To traverse climes beyond the Western main.<br /> +639<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 407.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Expectation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote640" id="Quote640" /> +'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;<br /> +Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.<br /> +640<br /> +SUCKLING: <i>Against Fruition.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Experience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote641" id="Quote641" /> +Experience is by industry achieved,<br /> +And perfected by the swift course of time.<br /> +641<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent, of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote642" id="Quote642" /> +His head was silver'd o'er with age,<br /> +And long experience made him sage.<br /> +642<br /> +GAY, <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., <i>The Shepherd and the Philosopher.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Extremes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote643" id="Quote643" /> +Extremes in nature equal good produce,<br /> +Extremes in man concur to general use.<br /> +643<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iii., Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eyes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote644" id="Quote644" /> +Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,<br /> +Having some business, do entreat her eyes<br /> +To twinkle in their spheres till they return.<br /> +644<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote645" id="Quote645" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">True eyes</span><br /> +Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise<br /> +The sweet soul shining thro' them.<br /> +645<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote646" id="Quote646" /> +There are eyes half defiant,<br /> +Half meek and compliant;<br /> +Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm<br /> +To bring us good or to work us harm,<br /> +646<br /> +PHOEBE CARY: <i>Doves' Eyes.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote647" id="Quote647" /> +Soul-deep eyes of darkest night.<br /> +647<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Californian,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote648" id="Quote648" /> +Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.<br /> +648<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxxii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote649" id="Quote649" /> +The bright black eye, the melting blue,—<br /> +I cannot choose between the two.<br /> +649<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Dilemma.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote650" id="Quote650" /> +These poor eyes, you called, I ween,<br /> +"Sweetest eyes were ever seen."<br /> +650<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Catarina to Camoens.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote651" id="Quote651" /> +Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,<br /> +And all went merry as a marriage bell.<br /> +651<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_F" id="Alphabet_F" /> +<h2>F.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fabric.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote652" id="Quote652" /> +Anon out of the earth a fabric huge<br /> +Rose, like an exhalation.<br /> +652<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 710.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Face.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote653" id="Quote653" /> +Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men<br /> +May read strange matters.<br /> +653<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote654" id="Quote654" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The light upon her face</span><br /> +Shines from the windows of another world.<br /> +Saints only have such faces.<br /> +654<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii., 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote655" id="Quote655" /> +Can't I another's face commend,<br /> +And to her virtues be a friend,<br /> +But instantly your forehead lowers,<br /> +As if <i>her</i> merit lessen'd <i>yours</i>?<br /> +655<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat,</i> Fable ix.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote656" id="Quote656" /> +Behind a frowning providence<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hides a shining face.</span><br /> +656<br /> +COWPER: <i>Light Shining out of Darkness.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote657" id="Quote657" /> +Fair is foul, and foul is fair.<br /> +657<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote658" id="Quote658" /> +Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair<br /> +In that she never studied to be fairer<br /> +Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,<br /> +Her virtues were so rare.<br /> +658<br /> +GEORGE CHAPMAN: <i>All Fools,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fairies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote659" id="Quote659" /> +This is the fairy land; O spite of spites,<br /> +We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.<br /> +659<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Faith.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote660" id="Quote660" /> +If faith produce no works, I see<br /> +That faith is not a living tree.<br /> +660<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Dan and Jane.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote661" id="Quote661" /> +Whose faith, has centre everywhere,<br /> +Nor cares to fix itself to form.<br /> +661<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxxiii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower<br /> +Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind<br /> +Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,<br /> +And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.<br /> +<a name="Quote662" id="Quote662" />662<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Weak is the Will of Man.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote663" id="Quote663" /> +For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;<br /> +His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.<br /> +663<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 303.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fall.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote664" id="Quote664" /> +He that is down, needs fear no fall.<br /> +664<br /> +BUNYAN: <i>The Author's Way of Sending forth his</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Second Part of the Pilgrim,</i> Pt. ii.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Falsity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote665" id="Quote665" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">As false</span><br /> +As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;<br /> +As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf;<br /> +Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.<br /> +665<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote666" id="Quote666" /> +Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,<br /> +Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.<br /> +666<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote667" id="Quote667" /> +Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,<br /> +And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds:<br /> +On both his wings, one black, the other white,<br /> +Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight.<br /> +667<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 971.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote668" id="Quote668" /> +What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath,<br /> +A thing beyond us, even before our death.<br /> +668<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 237.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote669" id="Quote669" /> +There was a morning when I longed for fame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a noontide when I passed it by.</span><br /> +There is an evening when I think not shame<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its substance and its being to deny.</span><br /> +669<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>The Star's Monument,</i> St. 81.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote670" id="Quote670" /> +Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb<br /> +The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?<br /> +670<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>Minstrel,</i> Bk. i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote671" id="Quote671" /> +Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,<br /> +See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!<br /> +671<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 281.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Family.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote672" id="Quote672" /> +Birds in their little nest agree;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And 'tis a shameful sight</span><br /> +When children of one family<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fall out, and chide, and fight.</span><br /> +672<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song xvii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Famine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote673" id="Quote673" /> +Famine is in thy cheeks.<br /> +673<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote674" id="Quote674" /> +Tell me, where is fancy bred;<br /> +Or in the heart, or in the head?<br /> +How begot, how nourishéd?<br /> +Reply, reply.<br /> +It is engendered in the eyes,<br /> +With gazing fed: and fancy dies<br /> +In the cradle where it lies.<br /> +674<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2. <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote675" id="Quote675" /> +She's all my fancy painted her;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She's lovely, she's divine.</span><br /> +675<br /> +WILLIAM MEE: <i>Alice Gray.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Farewell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote676" id="Quote676" /> +Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights<br /> +It strikes two hearts, this word of woe.<br /> +Through every joy of life it smites,—<br /> +Why, sometime they will know.<br /> +676<br /> +MARY CLEMMER: <i>Farewell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote677" id="Quote677" /> +Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been:<br /> +A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!<br /> +677<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 186.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fashion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote678" id="Quote678" /> +The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.<br /> +678<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fate.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote679" id="Quote679" /> +What fates impose, that men must needs abide;<br /> +It boots not to resist both wind and tide.<br /> +679<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote680" id="Quote680" /> +All human things are subject to decay,<br /> +And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.<br /> +680<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>MacFlecknoe,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote681" id="Quote681" /> +Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed,<br /> +So shall they be fulfilled.<br /> +681<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Agamemnon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote682" id="Quote682" /> +And binding Nature fast in fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Left free the human will.</span><br /> +682<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote683" id="Quote683" /> +For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,<br /> +And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!<br /> +683<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. vii., Line 263.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Father.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote684" id="Quote684" /> +It is a wise father that knows his own child.<br /> +684<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote685" id="Quote685" /> +Father of all! in every age,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In every clime adored,</span><br /> +By saint, by savage, and by sage,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.</span><br /> +685<br /> +POPE: <i>The Universal Prayer,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fault—Faults.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote686" id="Quote686" /> +Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?<br /> +686<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote687" id="Quote687" /> +Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +687<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Porch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote688" id="Quote688" /> +In vain my faults ye quote;<br /> +I write as others wrote<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On Sunium's hight.</span><br /> +688<br /> +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: <i>The Last Fruit of an Old Tree,</i> Epigram cvi.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Favor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote689" id="Quote689" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Poor wretches, that depend</span><br /> +On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;<br /> +Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.<br /> +Many dream not to find, neither deserve,<br /> +And yet are steep'd in favors.<br /> +689<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fawning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote690" id="Quote690" /> +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,<br /> +Where thrift may follow fawning.<br /> +690<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote691" id="Quote691" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Why, what should be the fear?</span><br /> +I do not set my life at a pin's fee;<br /> +And, for my soul, what can it do to that,<br /> +Being a thing immortal as itself?<br /> +691<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote692" id="Quote692" /> +Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd.<br /> +692<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote693" id="Quote693" /> +Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,<br /> +Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power.<br /> +693<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 286.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote694" id="Quote694" /> +The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hand the wretch in order;</span><br /> +But where ye feel your honor grip,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let that aye be your border.</span><br /> +694<br /> +BURNS: <i>Ep. to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feasting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote695" id="Quote695" /> +Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,<br /> +Where all the ruddy family around<br /> +Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,<br /> +Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.<br /> +695<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote696" id="Quote696" /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Swinish gluttony</span><br /> +Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,<br /> +But with besotted base ingratitude<br /> +Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.<br /> +696<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 776.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>February.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote697" id="Quote697" /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Come when the rains</span><br /> +Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,<br /> +While the slant sun of February pours<br /> +Into the bowers a flood of light.<br /> +697<br /> +WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: <i>A Winter Piece.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feeling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote698" id="Quote698" /> +But spite of all the criticising elves,<br /> +Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.<br /> +698<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Rosciad,</i> Line 961.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Feet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote699" id="Quote699" /> +Like snails did creep her pretty feet<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little out, and then,</span><br /> +As if they played at bo-peep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did soon draw in again.</span><br /> +699<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Upon Her Feet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fellow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote700" id="Quote700" /> +In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow,<br /> +Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,<br /> +Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,<br /> +There is no living with thee, nor without thee.<br /> +700<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Spectator.</i> No. 68.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Female.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote701" id="Quote701" /> +But who is this, what thing of sea or land,—<br /> +Female of sex it seems.<br /> +701<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 710.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fickleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote702" id="Quote702" /> +Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,<br /> +Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!<br /> +Vain as the leaf upon the stream,<br /> +And fickle as a changeful dream.<br /> +702<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fiction.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote703" id="Quote703" /> +When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,<br /> +Men will believe, because they love the lie;<br /> +But truth herself, if clouded with a frown,<br /> +Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.<br /> +703<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Epis. to Hogarth,</i> Line 291.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote704" id="Quote704" /> +And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.<br /> +704<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. iii., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fidelity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote705" id="Quote705" /> +Master, go on, and I will follow thee<br /> +To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.<br /> +705<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote706" id="Quote706" /> +To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.<br /> +706<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Rules and Lessons,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fields.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote707" id="Quote707" /> +Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,<br /> +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.<br /> +707<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fiend.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote708" id="Quote708" /> +Like one that on a lonesome road<br /> +Doth walk in fear and dread,<br /> +And having once turned round walks on,<br /> +And turns no more his head,<br /> +Because he knows a frightful fiend<br /> +Doth close behind him tread.<br /> +708<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fighting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote709" id="Quote709" /> +I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.<br /> +709<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote710" id="Quote710" /> +He who fights and runs away,<br /> +May live to fight another day;<br /> +But he who is in battle slain<br /> +Can never rise and fight again.<br /> +710<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Art of Poetry.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote711" id="Quote711" /> +From beds of raging fire to starve in ice<br /> +Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,<br /> +Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,<br /> +Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.<br /> +711<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 592.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Firmament.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote712" id="Quote712" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Now glow'd the firmament</span><br /> +With living sapphires.<br /> +712<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote713" id="Quote713" /> +The spacious firmament on high,<br /> +With all the blue ethereal sky,<br /> +And spangled heavens, a shining frame,<br /> +Their great Original proclaim.<br /> +713<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Ode.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flag.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote714" id="Quote714" /> +Flag of the free heart's hope and home!<br /> +By angel hands to valor given;<br /> +Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,<br /> +And all thy hues were born in heaven.<br /> +714<br /> +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: <i>The American Flag.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote715" id="Quote715" /> +The meteor flag of England<br /> +Shall yet terrific burn,<br /> +Till danger's troubled night depart,<br /> +And the star of peace return.<br /> +715<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Mariners of England.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote716" id="Quote716" /> +Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,<br /> +Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.<br /> +716<br /> +GRAY: <i>Prog, of Poesy,</i> Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote717" id="Quote717" /> +The flame that lit the battle's wreck<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shone round him o'er the dead.</span><br /> +717<br /> +HEMANS: <i>Casablanca.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flattery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote718" id="Quote718" /> +By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy<br /> +The tongues of soothers; but a braver place<br /> +In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;<br /> +Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.<br /> +718<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote719" id="Quote719" /> +'Tis an old maxim in the schools,<br /> +That flattery 's the food of fools;<br /> +Yet, now and then, your men of wit<br /> +Will condescend to take a bit.<br /> +719<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cadenus and Vanessa,</i> Line 755.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote720" id="Quote720" /> +Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?</span><br /> +720<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote721" id="Quote721" /> +So, naturalists observe, a flea<br /> +Has smaller fleas that on him prey;<br /> +And these have smaller still to bite 'em;<br /> +And so proceed <i>ad infinitum.</i><br /> +721<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Poetry, A Rhapsody.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flesh.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote722" id="Quote722" /> +Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,<br /> +Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!<br /> +722<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flirtation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote723" id="Quote723" /> +Never wedding, ever wooing,<br /> +Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,<br /> +Read you not the wrong you're doing,<br /> +In my cheek's pale hue?<br /> +All my life with sorrow strewing,<br /> +Wed, or cease to woo.<br /> +723<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Maid's Remonstrance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote724" id="Quote724" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Darest thou, Cassius, now</span><br /> +Leap in with me into this angry flood,<br /> +And swim to yonder point?<br /> +724<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Flowers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote725" id="Quote725" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The gentle race of flowers</span><br /> +Are lying in their lowly beds.<br /> +725<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Death of the Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote726" id="Quote726" /> +Flowers preach to us if we will hear.<br /> +726<br /> +CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: <i>Consider the Lilies of the Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote727" id="Quote727" /> +In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,<br /> +And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;<br /> +Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers<br /> +On its leaves a mystic language bears.<br /> +727<br /> +J.G. PERCIVAL: <i>Language of the Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote728" id="Quote728" /> +Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.<br /> +728<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Foe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote729" id="Quote729" /> +Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,<br /> +Bold I can meet,—perhaps may turn his blow!<br /> +But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,<br /> +Save, save, oh save me from the <i>candid friend</i>!<br /> +729<br /> +GEORGE CANNING: <i>New Morality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Folly.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote730" id="Quote730" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Fools, to talking ever prone,</span><br /> +Are sure to make their follies known.<br /> +730<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 44.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote731" id="Quote731" /> +Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,<br /> +If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.<br /> +731<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote732" id="Quote732" /> +Where lives the man that has not tried<br /> +How mirth can into folly glide,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And folly into sin!</span><br /> +732<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Bridal of Triermain,</i> Canto i., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote733" id="Quote733" /> +When lovely woman stoops to folly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And finds too late that men betray,</span><br /> +What charm can soothe her melancholy?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What art can wash her guilt away?</span><br /> +733<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Hermit,</i> Ch. xxiv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fools.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote734" id="Quote734" /> +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.<br /> +734<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,</i> Line 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote735" id="Quote735" /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Since call'd</span><br /> +The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.<br /> +735<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 495.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote736" id="Quote736" /> +And ever since the Conquest have been fools.<br /> +736<br /> +EARL OF ROCHESTER: <i>Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote737" id="Quote737" /> +For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.<br /> +737<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Footprints.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote738" id="Quote738" /> +Lives of great men all remind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We can make our lives sublime,</span><br /> +And departing, leave behind us<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Footprints on the sands of time.</span><br /> +738<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>A Psalm of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forbearance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote739" id="Quote739" /> +The kindest and the happiest pair<br /> +Will find occasion to forbear;<br /> +And something, every day they live,<br /> +To pity, and perhaps forgive.<br /> +739<br /> +COWPER: <i>Mutual Forbearance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Force.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote740" id="Quote740" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Who overcomes</span><br /> +By force, hath overcome but half his foe.<br /> +740<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 648.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote741" id="Quote741" /> +Summer or winter, day or night,<br /> +The woods are an ever-new delight;<br /> +They give us peace, and they make us strong,<br /> +Such wonderful balms to them belong:<br /> +So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease<br /> +Under the trees, under the trees.<br /> +741<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Under the Trees.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote742" id="Quote742" /> +This is the forest primeval.<br /> +742<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Introduction.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forgetfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote743" id="Quote743" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not in entire forgetfulness,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not in utter nakedness,</span><br /> +But trailing clouds of glory, do we come<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From God, who is our home.</span><br /> +743<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote744" id="Quote744" /> +God of our fathers, known of old—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord of our far-flung battle line—</span><br /> +Beneath whose awful hand we hold<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dominion over palm and pine—</span><br /> +Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,<br /> +Lest we forget—lest we forget.<br /> +744<br /> +RUDYARD KIPLING: <i>Recessional.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Forgiveness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote745" id="Quote745" /> +Good nature and good sense must ever join;<br /> +To err is human, to forgive divine.<br /> +745<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 324.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote746" id="Quote746" /> +They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.<br /> +746<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote747" id="Quote747" /> +Good, to forgive;<br /> +Best to forget!<br /> +747<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Prologue.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Form.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote748" id="Quote748" /> +She was a form of life and light<br /> +That seen, became a part of sight,<br /> +And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,<br /> +The morning-star of memory!<br /> +748<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 1127.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fortitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote749" id="Quote749" /> +True fortitude is seen in great exploits<br /> +That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;<br /> +All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.<br /> +749<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fortune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote750" id="Quote750" /> +Will fortune never come with both hands full,<br /> +But write her fair words still in foulest letters?<br /> +She either gives a stomach, and no food,—<br /> +Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast,<br /> +And takes away the stomach,—such are the rich,<br /> +That have abundance, and enjoy it not.<br /> +750<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote751" id="Quote751" /> +Fortune is female: from my youth her favors<br /> +Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope<br /> +Her former smiles again at this late hour.<br /> +751<br /> +BYRON: <i>Mar. Faliero,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote752" id="Quote752" /> +Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove<br /> +An unrelenting foe to love;<br /> +And when we meet a mutual heart,<br /> +Come in between and bid us part?<br /> +752<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Frailty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote753" id="Quote753" /> +Frailty, thy name is Woman!<br /> +753<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote754" id="Quote754" /> +I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,<br /> +Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,<br /> +And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings<br /> +His soul and body to their lasting rest.<br /> +754<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act v., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>France.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote755" id="Quote755" /> +'Tis better using France, than trusting France;<br /> +Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,<br /> +Which he hath given for fence impregnable,<br /> +And with their helps only defend ourselves;<br /> +In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.<br /> +755<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fraternity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote756" id="Quote756" /> +There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours,<br /> +Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And true-lovers' knots, I ween;</span><br /> +The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss,<br /> +But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have drunk from the same canteen.</span><br /> +756<br /> +CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): <i>The Canteen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Freedom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote757" id="Quote757" /> +We must be free or die, who speak the tongue<br /> +That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold<br /> +Which Milton held.<br /> +757<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote758" id="Quote758" /> +Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream,<br /> +A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,<br /> +And wavy tresses gushing from the cap<br /> +With which the Roman master crowned his slave<br /> +When he took off the gyves. A bearded man,<br /> +Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailèd hand<br /> +Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow,<br /> +Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred<br /> +With tokens of old wars.<br /> +758<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Antiquity of Freedom.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote759" id="Quote759" /> +My angel,—his name is Freedom,—<br /> +Choose him to be your king;<br /> +He shall cut pathways east and west,<br /> +And fend you with his wing.<br /> +759<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Boston Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote760" id="Quote760" /> +Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun<br /> +No strife nor pang beneath the sun,<br /> +When human rights are staked and won."<br /> +760<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Watchers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote761" id="Quote761" /> +When Freedom from her mountain-height<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unfurled her standard to the air,</span><br /> +She tore the azure robe of night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the stars of glory there.</span><br /> +761<br /> +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: <i>The American Flag.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Freeman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote762" id="Quote762" /> +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.<br /> +762<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 733.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Friendship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote763" id="Quote763" /> +I count myself in nothing else so happy,<br /> +As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends.<br /> +763<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote764" id="Quote764" /> +The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,<br /> +Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;<br /> +But do not dull thy palm with entertainment<br /> +Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade.<br /> +764<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote765" id="Quote765" /> +Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!<br /> +765<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Forbearance.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote766" id="Quote766" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The friendships of the world are oft</span><br /> +Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure.<br /> +766<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote767" id="Quote767" /> +Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.<br /> +767<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xvi., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote768" id="Quote768" /> +Officious, innocent, sincere,<br /> +Of every friendless name the friend.<br /> +768<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote769" id="Quote769" /> +Small service is true service while it lasts.<br /> +Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:<br /> +The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,<br /> +Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.<br /> +769<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Child.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Front.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote770" id="Quote770" /> +His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd<br /> +Absolute rule.<br /> +770<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Frost.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote771" id="Quote771" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All the panes are hung with frost,</span><br /> +Wild wizard-work of silver lace.<br /> +771<br /> +T.B. ALDRICH: <i>Latakia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote772" id="Quote772" /> +What miracle of weird transforming<br /> +Is this wild work of frost and light,<br /> +This glimpse of glory infinite!<br /> +772<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Pageant,</i> St. 8<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote773" id="Quote773" /> +But, oh! fell death's untimely frost<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nipt my flower sae early.</span><br /> +773<br /> +BURNS: <i>Highland Mary.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fruit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote774" id="Quote774" /> +The ripest fruit first falls.<br /> +774<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote775" id="Quote775" /> +Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,<br /> +Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.<br /> +775<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act iii., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote776" id="Quote776" /> +Beware the fury of a patient man.<br /> +776<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 1005.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Futurity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote777" id="Quote777" /> +The dread of something after death,<br /> +The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn<br /> +No traveller returns, puzzles the will;<br /> +And makes us rather bear those ills we have,<br /> +Than fly to others that we know not of.<br /> +777<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote778" id="Quote778" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O Death, O Beyond,</span><br /> +Thou art sweet, thou art strange!<br /> +778<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Rhapsody of Life's Progress.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote779" id="Quote779" /> +Ah Christ, that it were possible<br /> +For one short hour to see<br /> +The souls we loved, that they might tell us<br /> +What and where they be.<br /> +779<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Maud,</i> Pt. xxvi., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote780" id="Quote780" /> +Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!<br /> +Let the dead Past bury its dead!<br /> +780<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Psalm of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_G" id="Alphabet_G" /> +<h2>G.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote781" id="Quote781" /> +Remote from cities liv'd a swain,<br /> +Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.<br /> +781<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., <i>The Shepherd and the Philosopher.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote782" id="Quote782" /> +So fades a summer cloud away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.</span><br /> +782<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>Death of the Virtuous.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote783" id="Quote783" /> +Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.<br /> +783<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Cotter's Saturday Night.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gambling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote784" id="Quote784" /> +Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more<br /> +Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart;<br /> +Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.<br /> +784<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garden.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote785" id="Quote785" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A garden, sir,</span><br /> +Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together.<br /> +785<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote786" id="Quote786" /> +God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.<br /> +786<br /> +COWLEY: <i>The Garden,</i> Essay v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garret.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote787" id="Quote787" /> +Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.<br /> +787<br /> +BYRON: <i>A Sketch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garrick.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote788" id="Quote788" /> +Here lies David Garrick—describe him who can,<br /> +An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.<br /> +As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;<br /> +As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;<br /> +Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,<br /> +The man had his failings—a dupe to his art.<br /> +Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread,<br /> +And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.<br /> +On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting:<br /> +'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.<br /> +788<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Retaliation,</i> Line 93.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gem.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote789" id="Quote789" /> +Full many a gem of purest ray serene<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.</span><br /> +789<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 14.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Genius.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote790" id="Quote790" /> +Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought.<br /> +But genius must be born, and never can be taught.<br /> +790<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Epis. to Congreve</i> Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote791" id="Quote791" /> +Nor mourn the unalterable Days<br /> +That Genius goes and Folly Stays.<br /> +791<br /> +EMERSON: <i>In Memoriam.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gentleman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote792" id="Quote792" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">We are gentlemen,</span><br /> +That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,<br /> +Envy the great, nor do the low despise.<br /> +792<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote793" id="Quote793" /> +When Adam dolve, and Eve span,<br /> +Who was then the gentleman?<br /> +793<br /> +<i>Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gentleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote794" id="Quote794" /> +What would you have? Your gentleness shall force<br /> +More than your force move us to gentleness.<br /> +794<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ghosts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote795" id="Quote795" /> +Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!<br /> +Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;<br /> +Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,<br /> +Which thou dost glare with!<br /> +795<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote796" id="Quote796" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Many ghosts, and forms of fright,</span><br /> +Have started from their graves to-night;<br /> +They have driven sleep from mine eyes away.<br /> +796<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote797" id="Quote797" /> +Some say no evil thing that walks by night,<br /> +In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,<br /> +Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost<br /> +That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,<br /> +No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,<br /> +Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.<br /> +797<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 432.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gifts.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote798" id="Quote798" /> +She prizes not such trifles as these are:<br /> +The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd<br /> +Up in my heart; which I have given already,<br /> +But not deliver'd.<br /> +798<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote799" id="Quote799" /> +Saints themselves will sometimes be,<br /> +Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.<br /> +799<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Girdle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote800" id="Quote800" /> +I'll put a girdle round about the earth<br /> +In forty minutes.<br /> +800<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act ii, Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gloaming.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote801" id="Quote801" /> +Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,<br /> +When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,<br /> +The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,<br /> +The reek o' the cot hung over the plain—<br /> +Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;<br /> +When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,<br /> +Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!<br /> +801<br /> +JAMES HOGG: <i>Kilmeny.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gloom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote802" id="Quote802" /> +Where glowing embers through the room<br /> +Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.<br /> +802<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 79.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Glory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote803" id="Quote803" /> +Glory is like a circle in the water,<br /> +Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,<br /> +Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.<br /> +803<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote804" id="Quote804" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His form had yet not lost</span><br /> +All her original brightness, nor appear'd<br /> +Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess<br /> +Of glory obscur'd.<br /> +804<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 591.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote805" id="Quote805" /> +Go where glory waits thee!<br /> +But while fame elates thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, still remember me!</span><br /> +805<br /> +MOORE: <i>Go Where Glory Waits Thee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote806" id="Quote806" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sunshine is a glorious birth;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But yet I know, where'er I go,</span><br /> +That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.<br /> +806<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote807" id="Quote807" /> +Ye sons of France, awake to glory!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!</span><br /> +Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold their tears and hear their cries!</span><br /> +807<br /> +JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: <i>Marseilles Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Glow-worm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote808" id="Quote808" /> +The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,<br /> +And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.<br /> +808<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gluttony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote809" id="Quote809" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Swinish gluttony</span><br /> +Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,<br /> +But with besotted, base ingratitude<br /> +Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder.<br /> +809<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 776.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>God.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote810" id="Quote810" /> +'T is heaven alone that is given away,<br /> +'T is only God may be had for the asking.<br /> +810<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Vision of Sir Launfal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote811" id="Quote811" /> +All are but parts of one stupendous whole,<br /> +Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.<br /> +811<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote812" id="Quote812" /> +Thou art, O God, the life and light<br /> +Of all this wondrous world we see;<br /> +Its glow by day, its smile by night,<br /> +Are but reflections caught from Thee:<br /> +Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,<br /> +And all things fair and bright are Thine.<br /> +812<br /> +MOORE: <i>Thou Art, O God.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote813" id="Quote813" /> +And they were canopied by the blue sky,<br /> +So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful<br /> +That God alone was to be seen in heaven.<br /> +813<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Dream,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote814" id="Quote814" /> +The conscious water saw its God and blushed.<br /> +814<br /> +RICHARD CRASHAW: <i>Epigram.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote815" id="Quote815" /> +From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,—<br /> +Path, motive, guide, original, and end.<br /> +815<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Motto to the Rambler,</i> No. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote816" id="Quote816" /> +The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices<br /> +Make instruments to plague us.<br /> +816<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote817" id="Quote817" /> +Heartily know,<br /> +When half-gods go,<br /> +The gods arrive.<br /> +817<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Give All to Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gold.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote818" id="Quote818" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gold; worse poison to men's souls,</span><br /> +Doing more murther in this loathsome world,<br /> +Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.<br /> +818<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote819" id="Quote819" /> +O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake<br /> +The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;<br /> +First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.<br /> +819<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 347.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote820" id="Quote820" /> +So dear a life your arms enfold,<br /> +Whose crying is a cry for gold.<br /> +820<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Daisy,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goodness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote821" id="Quote821" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">May he live</span><br /> +Longer than I have time to tell his years!<br /> +Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!<br /> +And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,<br /> +Goodness and he fill up one monument!<br /> +821<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote822" id="Quote822" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Oh, sir! the good die first,</span><br /> +And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust,<br /> +Burn to the socket.<br /> +822<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. i., Line 504.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote823" id="Quote823" /> +Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;<br /> +Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:<br /> +And so make life, death, and that vast forever<br /> +One grand, sweet song.<br /> +823<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>A Farewell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Good Night.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote824" id="Quote824" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">At once, good night:—</span><br /> +Stand not upon the order of your going,<br /> +But go at once.<br /> +824<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote825" id="Quote825" /> +Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,<br /> +That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.<br /> +825<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote826" id="Quote826" /> +To all, to each, a fair good night,<br /> +And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.<br /> +826<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., L'Envoy.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Government.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote827" id="Quote827" /> +'T is government that makes them seem divine.<br /> +827<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act 1., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote828" id="Quote828" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Each petty hand</span><br /> +Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will<br /> +Govern and carry her to her ends, must know<br /> +His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;<br /> +What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;<br /> +Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em;<br /> +What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her.<br /> +828<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Catiline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote829" id="Quote829" /> +For forms of government let fools contest,<br /> +Whate'er is best administer'd is best.<br /> +829<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 303.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grace.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote830" id="Quote830" /> +When once our grace we have forgot,<br /> +Nothing goes right.<br /> +830<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote831" id="Quote831" /> +From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,<br /> +And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.<br /> +831<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. i., Line 152.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grandeur.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote832" id="Quote832" /> +Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The short and simple annals of the poor.</span><br /> +832<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gratitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote833" id="Quote833" /> +The still small voice of gratitude.<br /> +833<br /> +GRAY: <i>Ode for Music, Chorus,</i> V., Line 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote834" id="Quote834" /> +I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds<br /> +With coldness still returning;<br /> +Alas! the gratitude of men<br /> +Hath oftener left me mourning.<br /> +834<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Simon Lee.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grave.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote835" id="Quote835" /> +One destin'd period men in common have,<br /> +The great, the base, the coward, and the brave,<br /> +All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.<br /> +835<br /> +LANSDOWNE: <i>On Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote836" id="Quote836" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The grave, dread thing!</span><br /> +Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd,<br /> +Shakes off her wonted firmness.<br /> +836<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote837" id="Quote837" /> +Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,<br /> +Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,<br /> +With here and there a violet bestrewn,<br /> +Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;<br /> +And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!<br /> +837<br /> +BEATTIE: <i>The Minstrel,</i> Bk. ii., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greatness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote838" id="Quote838" /> +I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.<br /> +838<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote839" id="Quote839" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Rightly to be great,</span><br /> +Is, not to stir without great argument,<br /> +But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,<br /> +When honor's at the stake.<br /> +839<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote840" id="Quote840" /> +Great hearts have largest room to bless the small;<br /> +Strong natures give the weaker home and rest.<br /> +840<br /> +LUCY LARCOM: <i>Sonnet, The Presence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greece.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote841" id="Quote841" /> +Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!<br /> +Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!<br /> +841<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 73.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote842" id="Quote842" /> +Such is the aspect of this shore;<br /> +'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!<br /> +So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,<br /> +We start, for soul is wanting there.<br /> +842<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 90.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote843" id="Quote843" /> +The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!<br /> +Where burning Sappho loved and sung.<br /> +843<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greeks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote844" id="Quote844" /> +When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.<br /> +844<br /> +NATHANIEL LEE: <i>Alex. the Great,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote845" id="Quote845" /> +My grief lies onward and my joy behind.<br /> +845<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Sonnet 50.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote846" id="Quote846" /> +What's gone, and what's past help,<br /> +Should be past grief.<br /> +846<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote847" id="Quote847" /> +What need a man forestall his date of grief,<br /> +And run to meet what he would most avoid?<br /> +847<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 362.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote848" id="Quote848" /> +O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin<br /> +Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,<br /> +The holy name of GRIEF!—holy herein,<br /> +That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good.<br /> +848<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets, Exaggeration.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote849" id="Quote849" /> +In all the silent manliness of grief.<br /> +849<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 384.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ground.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote850" id="Quote850" /> +Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.<br /> +850<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold.</i> Canto ii., St. 88.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Groves.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote851" id="Quote851" /> +The groves were God's first temples.<br /> +851<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Forest Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote852" id="Quote852" /> +In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,<br /> +Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;<br /> +With such old counsellors they did advise.<br /> +And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.<br /> +852<br /> +WALLER: <i>On St. James's Park.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Grudge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote853" id="Quote853" /> +If I can catch him once upon the hip,<br /> +I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.<br /> +853<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act 1., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Guests.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote854" id="Quote854" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Unbidden guests</span><br /> +Are often welcomest when they are gone.<br /> +854<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote855" id="Quote855" /> +For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,<br /> +Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.<br /> +855<br /> +POPE: Satire ii., Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Guilt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote856" id="Quote856" /> +So full of artless jealousy is guilt,<br /> +It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.<br /> +856<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote857" id="Quote857" /> +How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast,<br /> +Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!<br /> +857<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Irene,</i> Act iv., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_H" id="Alphabet_H" /> +<h2>H.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Habit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote858" id="Quote858" /> +Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,<br /> +As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.<br /> +858<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Ovid's Metamorphoses,</i> Bk. xv., Line 155.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote859" id="Quote859" /> +Small habits well pursued betimes<br /> +May reach the dignity of crimes.<br /> +859<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Floris,</i> Pt. i., Line 85.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hair.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote860" id="Quote860" /> +She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,<br /> +Can draw you to her with a single hair.<br /> +860<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>From Persius,</i> Satire v., Line 246.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote861" id="Quote861" /> +Golden hair, like sunlight streaming<br /> +On the marble of her shoulder.<br /> +861<br /> +J.G. SAXE: <i>The Lover's Vision,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote862" id="Quote862" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When you see fair hair</span><br /> +Be pitiful.<br /> +862<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote863" id="Quote863" /> +Loose his beard, and hoary hair<br /> +Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.<br /> +863<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. i., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote864" id="Quote864" /> +No man e'er felt the halter draw,<br /> +With good opinion of the law.<br /> +864<br /> +JOHN TRUMBULL: <i>McFingal,</i> Canto iii., Line 489.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hand.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote865" id="Quote865" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Let my hand—</span><br /> +This hand, lie in your own—my own true friend!<br /> +Hand in hand with you.<br /> +865<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote866" id="Quote866" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">'T was a hand</span><br /> +White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.<br /> +The hand of a woman is often, in youth,<br /> +Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;<br /> +Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,<br /> +Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?<br /> +866<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Happiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote867" id="Quote867" /> +And there is even a happiness<br /> +That makes the heart afraid.<br /> +867<br /> +HOOD: <i>Ode to Melancholy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote868" id="Quote868" /> +Happiness depends, as Nature shows,<br /> +Less on exterior things than most suppose.<br /> +868<br /> +COWPER: <i>Table Talk,</i> Line 246.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote869" id="Quote869" /> +O happiness! our being's end and aim!<br /> +Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:<br /> +That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,<br /> +For which we bear to live, or dare to die.<br /> +869<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harmony.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote870" id="Quote870" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Soft stillness and the night</span><br /> +Become the touches of sweet harmony.<br /> +870<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote871" id="Quote871" /> +From harmony, from heavenly harmony,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">This universal frame began:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From harmony to harmony</span><br /> +Through all the compass of the notes it ran,<br /> +The diapason closing full in Man.<br /> +871<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,</i> Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harp.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote872" id="Quote872" /> +The harp that once through Tara's halls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soul of music shed,</span><br /> +Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if that soul were fled.</span><br /> +872<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Haste.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote873" id="Quote873" /> +Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.<br /> +873<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote874" id="Quote874" /> +Running together all about,<br /> +The servants put each other out,<br /> +Till the grave master had decreed,<br /> +The more haste, ever the worst speed.<br /> +874<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Ghost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 1159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote875" id="Quote875" /> +So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,<br /> +While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.<br /> +875<br /> +JAMES BRAMSTON: <i>Man of Taste.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hatred.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote876" id="Quote876" /> +To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,<br /> +When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.<br /> +876<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote877" id="Quote877" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Never can true reconcilement grow</span><br /> +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.<br /> +877<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 98.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote878" id="Quote878" /> +There was a laughing devil in his sneer,<br /> +That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;<br /> +And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,<br /> +Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!<br /> +878<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote879" id="Quote879" /> +He who surpasses or subdues mankind<br /> +Must look down on the hate of those below.<br /> +879<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hawthorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote880" id="Quote880" /> +And every shepherd tells his tale<br /> +Under the hawthorn in the dale.<br /> +880<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Head.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote881" id="Quote881" /> +Oh good gray head which all men knew!<br /> +881<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote882" id="Quote882" /> +The tall, the wise, the reverend head<br /> +Must lie as low as ours.<br /> +882<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs,</i> Bk. ii., Hymn 63.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Health.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote883" id="Quote883" /> +Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,<br /> +Can give the heart a cheerful hour<br /> +When health is lost. Be timely wise;<br /> +With health all taste of pleasure flies.<br /> +883<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 31.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote884" id="Quote884" /> +Better to hunt in fields for health unbought<br /> +Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.<br /> +884<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,</i> Line 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heart.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote885" id="Quote885" /> +A merry heart goes all the day,<br /> +Your sad tires in a mile-a.<br /> +885<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +With every pleasing, every prudent part,<br /> +Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.<br /> +<a name="Quote886" id="Quote886" />886<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote887" id="Quote887" /> +Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle,<br /> +Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.<br /> +887<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Lady Geraldine's Courtship,</i> xli.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote888" id="Quote888" /> +The heart bowed down by weight of woe<br /> +To weakest hope will cling.<br /> +888<br /> +ALFRED BUNN: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote889" id="Quote889" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Here the heart</span><br /> +May give a useful lesson to the head.<br /> +And Learning wiser grow without his books.<br /> +889<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. vi., Line 85.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote890" id="Quote890" /> +But on and up, where Nature's heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beats strong amid the hills.</span><br /> +890<br /> +RICHARD M. MILNES: <i>Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heaven.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote891" id="Quote891" /> +Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge<br /> +That no king can corrupt.<br /> +891<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote892" id="Quote892" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Heaven</span><br /> +Is as the Book of God before thee set,<br /> +Wherein to read his wondrous works.<br /> +892<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 66.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote893" id="Quote893" /> +Some feelings are to mortals given<br /> +With less of earth in them than heaven.<br /> +893<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto ii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote894" id="Quote894" /> +'Tis now the very witching time of night,<br /> +When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out<br /> +Contagion to this world.<br /> +894<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote895" id="Quote895" /> +A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,<br /> +As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames<br /> +No light; but rather darkness visible<br /> +Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,<br /> +Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace<br /> +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes<br /> +That comes to all, but torture without end.<br /> +895<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 61.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote896" id="Quote896" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hell</span><br /> +Grew darker at their frown.<br /> +896<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 719.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote897" id="Quote897" /> +To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,<br /> +Who never mentions hell to ears polite.<br /> +897<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iv., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote898" id="Quote898" /> +In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.<br /> +898<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote899" id="Quote899" /> +Hell is a city much like London—<br /> +A populous and a smoky city;<br /> +There are all sorts of people undone,<br /> +And there is little or no fun done;<br /> +Small justice shown, and still less pity.<br /> +899<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Peter Bell the Third,</i> Pt. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heritage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote900" id="Quote900" /> +I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.<br /> +900<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Loksley Hall,</i> Line 178.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote901" id="Quote901" /> +Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!<br /> +901<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 50.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heroes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote902" id="Quote902" /> +Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed,<br /> +From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.<br /> +902<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 219.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote903" id="Quote903" /> +Whoe'er excels in what we prize,<br /> +Appears a hero in our eyes.<br /> +903<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cadenus and Vanessa,</i> Line 729.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote904" id="Quote904" /> +To the hero, when his sword<br /> +Has won the battle for the free<br /> +Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word;<br /> +And in its hollow tones are heard<br /> +The thanks of millions yet to be!<br /> +904<br /> +HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote905" id="Quote905" /> +Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.<br /> +905<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. xv., Line 157.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote906" id="Quote906" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The hills,</span><br /> +Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.<br /> +906<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Thanatopsis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote907" id="Quote907" /> +I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,<br /> +And the larch has hung his tassels forth.<br /> +907<br /> +HEMANS: <i>The Voice of Spring.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>History.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote908" id="Quote908" /> +History, with all her volumes vast,<br /> +Hath but one page.<br /> +908<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv.; St. 108.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holiday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote909" id="Quote909" /> +If all the year were playing holidays,<br /> +To sport would be as tedious as to work;<br /> +But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,<br /> +And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.<br /> +909<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote910" id="Quote910" /> +There were his young barbarians all at play;<br /> +There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,<br /> +Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!<br /> +910<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 141.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holiness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote911" id="Quote911" /> +Whoso lives the holiest life<br /> +Is fittest far to die.<br /> +911<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Ready.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Homage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote912" id="Quote912" /> +When I am dead, no pageant train<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,</span><br /> +Nor worthless pomp of homage vain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stain it with hypocritic tear.</span><br /> +912<br /> +EDWARD EVERETT: <i>Alaric the Visigoth</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Home.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote913" id="Quote913" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Home is the resort</span><br /> +Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,<br /> +Supporting and supported, polish'd friends<br /> +And dear relations mingle into bliss.<br /> +913<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote914" id="Quote914" /> +This fond attachment to the well-known place<br /> +Whence first we started into life's long race,<br /> +Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,<br /> +We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.<br /> +914<br /> +COWPER: <i>Tirocinium,</i> Line 314.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote915" id="Quote915" /> +This be the verse you grave for me:<br /> +Here he lies where he longed to be;<br /> +Home is the sailor, home from sea,<br /> +And the hunter home from the hill.<br /> +915<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Requiem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote916" id="Quote916" /> +'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,<br /> +Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home.<br /> +916<br /> +J. HOWARD PAYNE: <i>Home, Sweet Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote917" id="Quote917" /> +Type of the wise who soar but never roam,<br /> +True to the kindred points of heaven and home.<br /> +917<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>To a Skylark.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Homer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote918" id="Quote918" /> +Read Homer once, and you can read no more,<br /> +For all books else appear so mean, so poor;<br /> +Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read,<br /> +And Homer will be all the books you need.<br /> +918<br /> +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: <i>Essay on Poetry</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote919" id="Quote919" /> +Oft of one wide expanse had I been told<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet did I never breathe its pure serene</span><br /> +Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.<br /> +919<br /> +KEATS: <i>On first looking into Chapman's Homer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote920" id="Quote920" /> +Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;<br /> +Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.<br /> +920<br /> +THOMAS HEYWOOD: <i>Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Honesty.</b><br /> +<br /> +An honest man he is, and hates the slime<br /> +That sticks on filthy deeds.<br /> +<a name="Quote921" id="Quote921" />921<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote922" id="Quote922" /> +A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;<br /> +An honest man's the noblest work of God.<br /> +922<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 247.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Honor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote923" id="Quote923" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Too much honor:</span><br /> +O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen,<br /> +Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.<br /> +923<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote924" id="Quote924" /> +Honor travels in a strait so narrow,<br /> +Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.<br /> +924<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil, and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote925" id="Quote925" /> +Honor's a fine imaginary notion,<br /> +That draws in raw and unexperienced men<br /> +To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.<br /> +925<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote926" id="Quote926" /> +Honor and shame from no condition rise;<br /> +Act well your part, there all the honor lies.<br /> +926<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote927" id="Quote927" /> +His honor rooted in dishonor stood,<br /> +And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.<br /> +927<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Idyls, Elaine,</i> Line 884.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote928" id="Quote928" /> +There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,<br /> +To bless the turf that wraps their clay.<br /> +928<br /> +WILLIAM COLLINS: <i>Ode in 1746.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote929" id="Quote929" /> +A page of Hood may do a fellow good<br /> +After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.<br /> +929<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>How Not to Settle It.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hope.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote930" id="Quote930" /> +True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;<br /> +Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.<br /> +930<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote931" id="Quote931" /> +So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,<br /> +Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.<br /> +931<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 108.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote932" id="Quote932" /> +Hope springs eternal in the human breast;<br /> +Man never is, but always to be blest.<br /> +932<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 95.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote933" id="Quote933" /> +Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow<br /> +Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.<br /> +933<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote934" id="Quote934" /> +Thus heavenly hope is all serene,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,</span><br /> +Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.</span><br /> +934<br /> +HEBER: <i>On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote935" id="Quote935" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Where peace</span><br /> +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes<br /> +That comes to all.<br /> +935<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote936" id="Quote936" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"</span><br /> +These words in sombre color I beheld<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Written upon the summit of a gate.</span><br /> +936<br /> +DANTE: <i>Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,</i> Canto iii., Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote937" id="Quote937" /> +Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,<br /> +Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.<br /> +937<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Miscellaneous Sonnets,</i> Pt. i., xxxiii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horror.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote938" id="Quote938" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">My fell of hair</span><br /> +Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir<br /> +As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.<br /> +938<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote939" id="Quote939" /> +On horror's head horrors accumulate.<br /> +939<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Horse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote940" id="Quote940" /> +A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!<br /> +940<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hospitality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote941" id="Quote941" /> +My master is of churlish disposition,<br /> +And little recks to find the way to heaven<br /> +By doing deeds of hospitality.<br /> +941<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote942" id="Quote942" /> +Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted.<br /> +942<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Pt. I., iv., Line 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Host.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote943" id="Quote943" /> +The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,<br /> +Is in the common mass of matter lost.<br /> +943<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. iv., Line 397.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hour.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote944" id="Quote944" /> +Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.<br /> +944<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Quatrains, Nature.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote945" id="Quote945" /> +Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Improve each moment as it flies!</span><br /> +Life's a short summer, man a flower;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dies—alas! how soon he dies!</span><br /> +945<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Winter, An Ode.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>House.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote946" id="Quote946" /> +For there's nae luck about the house,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nae luck at a';</span><br /> +There 's little pleasure in the house<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When our gudeman 's awa'.</span><br /> +946<br /> +WILLIAM J. MICKLE: <i>Manner's Wife.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Humanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote947" id="Quote947" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">But hearing oftentimes</span><br /> +The still, sad music of humanity.<br /> +947<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote948" id="Quote948" /> +O suffering, sad humanity!<br /> +O ye afflicted ones, who lie<br /> +Steeped to the lips in misery,<br /> +Longing, yet afraid to die,<br /> +Patient, though sorely tried!<br /> +948<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Goblet of Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Humility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote949" id="Quote949" /> +Give me the lowest place: or if for me<br /> +That lowest place too high, make one more low<br /> +Where I may sit and see<br /> +My God and love Thee so.<br /> +949<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>The Lowest Place.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunger.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote950" id="Quote950" /> +The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,<br /> +And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.<br /> +950<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote951" id="Quote951" /> +Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.<br /> +951<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote952" id="Quote952" /> +The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn,<br /> +Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn.<br /> +The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds,<br /> +They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds.<br /> +952<br /> +GAY: <i>Rural Sports,</i> Canto ii., Line 96.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Husband.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote953" id="Quote953" /> +As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown,<br /> +And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.<br /> +953<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote954" id="Quote954" /> +Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet<br /> +To think how monie counsels sweet,<br /> +How monie lengthened sage advices,<br /> +The husband frae the wife despises.<br /> +954<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam O'Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hypocrisy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote955" id="Quote955" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">This outward-sainted deputy,—</span><br /> +Whose settled visage and deliberate word<br /> +Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew<br /> +As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil.<br /> +955<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote956" id="Quote956" /> +Neither man nor angel can discern<br /> +Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks<br /> +Invisible, except to God alone,<br /> +By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth.<br /> +956<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 682.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote957" id="Quote957" /> +The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood<br /> +In naked ugliness. He was a man<br /> +Who stole the livery of the court of heaven<br /> +To serve the devil in.<br /> +957<br /> +POLLOK: <i>Course of Time,</i> Pt. viii., Line 615.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_I" id="Alphabet_I" /> +<h2>I.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote958" id="Quote958" /> +Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;<br /> +Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,<br /> +Frozen by distance.<br /> +958<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Address to Kilchurn Castle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Idea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote959" id="Quote959" /> +Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,<br /> +To teach the young idea how to shoot.<br /> +959<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 1149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Idleness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote960" id="Quote960" /> +Absence of occupation is not rest,<br /> +A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.<br /> +960<br /> +COWPER: <i>Retirement,</i> Line 623.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ignorance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote961" id="Quote961" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ignorance is the curse of God,</span><br /> +Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.<br /> +961<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote962" id="Quote962" /> +From ignorance our comfort flows,<br /> +The only wretched are the wise.<br /> +962<br /> +PRIOR: <i>To Hon. C. Montague.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote963" id="Quote963" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Where ignorance is bliss</span><br /> +'Tis folly to be wise.<br /> +963<br /> +GRAY: <i>Ode on Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ills.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote964" id="Quote964" /> +Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,<br /> +O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.<br /> +964<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam O'Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote965" id="Quote965" /> +There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,—<br /> +Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.<br /> +965<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Van. of Human Wishes,</i> Line 159.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Imagination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote966" id="Quote966" /> +The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,<br /> +Are of imagination all compact.<br /> +966<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote967" id="Quote967" /> +Imagination is the air of mind.<br /> +967<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Another and a Better World.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote968" id="Quote968" /> +But thou that didst appear so fair<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fond imagination,</span><br /> +Dost rival in the light of day<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her delicate creation.</span><br /> +968<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Yarrow Visited.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Immortality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote969" id="Quote969" /> +It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!—<br /> +Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,<br /> +This longing after immortality?<br /> +969<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote970" id="Quote970" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Where music dwells</span><br /> +Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,<br /> +Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof<br /> +That they were born for immortality.<br /> +970<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ecclesiastical Sonnets,</i> Pt. iii., xliii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Impossibility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote971" id="Quote971" /> +And what's impossible can't be,<br /> +And never, never comes to pass.<br /> +971<br /> +COLMAN, JR.: <i>Maid of the Moor.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Impudence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote972" id="Quote972" /> +For he that has but impudence,<br /> +To all things has a fair pretence;<br /> +And, put among his wants but shame,<br /> +To all the world may lay his claim.<br /> +972<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inconstancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote973" id="Quote973" /> +Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;<br /> +Men were deceivers ever;<br /> +One foot in sea, and one on shore;<br /> +To one thing constant never.<br /> +973<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3, <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote974" id="Quote974" /> +There are three things a wise man will not trust—<br /> +The wind, the sunshine of an April day,<br /> +And woman's plighted faith.<br /> +974<br /> +SOUTHEY: <i>Madoc,</i> Pt. ii., <i>Caradoc and Senena,</i> Line 51.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Independence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote975" id="Quote975" /> +Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;<br /> +Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,<br /> +Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,<br /> +Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.<br /> +975<br /> +SMOLLETT: <i>Ode to Independence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote976" id="Quote976" /> +Let independence be our boast,<br /> +Ever mindful what it cost;<br /> +Ever grateful for the prize,<br /> +Let its altar reach the skies!<br /> +976<br /> +JOSEPH HOPKINSON: <i>Hail, Columbia!</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Indifference.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote977" id="Quote977" /> +What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.<br /> +977<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote978" id="Quote978" /> +Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;<br /> +What's he to me, or I to him?<br /> +978<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Ghost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Infancy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote979" id="Quote979" /> +Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,<br /> +Death came with friendly care;<br /> +The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,<br /> +And bade it blossom there.<br /> +979<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Epitaph on an Infant.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Infidelity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote980" id="Quote980" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If man loses all, when life is lost,</span><br /> +He lives a coward, or a fool expires.<br /> +A daring infidel (and such there are,<br /> +From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,<br /> +Or pure heroical defect of thought,)<br /> +Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.<br /> +980<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night vii., Line 199.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Influence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote981" id="Quote981" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">No life</span><br /> +Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,<br /> +And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.<br /> +981<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote982" id="Quote982" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ladies, whose bright eyes</span><br /> +Rain influence, and judge the prize.<br /> +982<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 121.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ingratitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote983" id="Quote983" /> +I hate ingratitude more in a man<br /> +Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,<br /> +Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption<br /> +Inhabits our frail blood.<br /> +983<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote984" id="Quote984" /> +Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,<br /> +More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,<br /> +Than the sea-monster!<br /> +984<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote985" id="Quote985" /> +How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is<br /> +To have a thankless child.<br /> +985<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inhumanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote986" id="Quote986" /> +Man's inhumanity to man<br /> +Makes countless thousands mourn.<br /> +986<br /> +BURNS: <i>Man was Made to Mourn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Inn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote987" id="Quote987" /> +Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,<br /> +Where'er his stages may have been,<br /> +May sigh to think he still has found,<br /> +The warmest welcome at an inn.<br /> +987<br /> +SHENSTONE: <i>Lines on Window of Inn at Henley.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Innocence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote988" id="Quote988" /> +The silence often of pure innocence<br /> +Persuades, when speaking fails.<br /> +988<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote989" id="Quote989" /> +An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,<br /> +And glides in modest innocence away.<br /> +989<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Van. of Human Wishes,</i> Line 293.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Instinct.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote990" id="Quote990" /> +Then vainly the philosopher avers<br /> +That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.<br /> +How can we justly different causes frame,<br /> +When the effects entirely are the same?<br /> +Instinct and reason how can we divide?<br /> +'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.<br /> +990<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Solomon on the V. of the World,</i> Bk. i., Line 231.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Invention.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote991" id="Quote991" /> +Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he<br /> +To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd,<br /> +Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought<br /> +Impossible!<br /> +991<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vi., Line 498.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Iron.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote992" id="Quote992" /> +Ay me! what perils do environ<br /> +The man that meddles with cold iron!<br /> +992<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Canto iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Isle, Isles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote993" id="Quote993" /> +Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.<br /> +993<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Pippa Passes,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote994" id="Quote994" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The sprinkled isles,</span><br /> +Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.<br /> +994<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Cleon.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Italy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote995" id="Quote995" /> +Italia! O Italia! thou who hast<br /> +The fatal gift of beauty, which became<br /> +A funeral dower of present woes and past,<br /> +On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,<br /> +And annals graved in characters of flame.<br /> +995<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote996" id="Quote996" /> +Italy, my Italy!<br /> +Queen Mary's saying serves for me<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(When fortune's malice</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lost her Calais):</span><br /> +"Open my heart, and you will see<br /> +Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"<br /> +996<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>De Gustibus,</i> ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ivy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote997" id="Quote997" /> +Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That creepeth o'er ruins old!</span><br /> +Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In his cell so lone and cold.</span><br /> +Creeping where no life is seen,<br /> +A rare old plant is the ivy green.<br /> +997<br /> +DICKENS: <i>Pickwick Papers,</i> Ch. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_J" id="Alphabet_J" /> +<h2>J.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>January.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote998" id="Quote998" /> +Then came old January, wrappèd well<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In many weeds to keep the cold away;</span><br /> +Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And blow his nails to warm them if he may.</span><br /> +998<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jealousy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote999" id="Quote999" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O beware, my lord, of jealousy;</span><br /> +It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock<br /> +The meat it feeds on.<br /> +999<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1000" id="Quote1000" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No true love there can be without</span><br /> +Its dread penalty—jealousy.<br /> +1000<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1001" id="Quote1001" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nor jealousy</span><br /> +Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.<br /> +1001<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 449.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1002" id="Quote1002" /> +A jest's prosperity lies in the ear<br /> +Of him that hears it, never in the tongue<br /> +Of him that makes it.<br /> +1002<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1003" id="Quote1003" /> +Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,<br /> +Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.<br /> +1003<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London,</i> Line 166.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jewel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1004" id="Quote1004" /> +It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night<br /> +Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.<br /> +1004<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Joke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1005" id="Quote1005" /> +A college joke to cure the dumps.<br /> +1005<br /> +SWIFT: <i>Cassinus and Peter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Joy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1006" id="Quote1006" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Capacity for joy</span><br /> +Admits temptation.<br /> +1006<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. i., Line 703.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1007" id="Quote1007" /> +Joy is the mainspring in the whole<br /> +Of endless Nature's calm rotation.<br /> +Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll<br /> +In the great Time-piece of Creation.<br /> +1007<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Hymn to Joy</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1008" id="Quote1008" /> +Joys too exquisite to last,<br /> +And yet <i>more</i> exquisite when past.<br /> +1008<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Little Cloud.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Judgment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1009" id="Quote1009" /> +A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!<br /> +1009<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1010" id="Quote1010" /> +O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,<br /> +And men have lost their reason.<br /> +1010<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>July.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1011" id="Quote1011" /> +Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,<br /> +That all his garments he had cast away.<br /> +1011<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>June.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1012" id="Quote1012" /> +And what is so rare as a day in June?<br /> +Then, if ever, come perfect days;<br /> +Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<br /> +And over it softly her warm ear lays.<br /> +1012<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Vision of Sir Launfal.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Juries.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1013" id="Quote1013" /> +The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,<br /> +May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two<br /> +Guiltier than him they try.<br /> +1013<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1014" id="Quote1014" /> +Do not your juries give their verdict<br /> +As if they felt the cause, not heard it?<br /> +And as they please make matter of fact<br /> +Run all on one side as they're packt.<br /> +1014<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Justice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1015" id="Quote1015" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And then, the justice;</span><br /> +In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,<br /> +With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,<br /> +Fall of wise saws and modern instances,<br /> +And so he plays his part.<br /> +1015<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1016" id="Quote1016" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The gods</span><br /> +Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,<br /> +And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:<br /> +As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.<br /> +1016<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Catiline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1017" id="Quote1017" /> +Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice<br /> +Triumphs.<br /> +1017<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Evangeline,</i> Pt. I., iii., Line 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_K" id="Alphabet_K" /> +<h2>K.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keys.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1018" id="Quote1018" /> +Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain<br /> +(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).<br /> +1018<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 109.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1019" id="Quote1019" /> +A little more than kin, and less than kind.<br /> +1019<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1020" id="Quote1020" /> +One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.<br /> +1020<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1021" id="Quote1021" /> +Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,<br /> +Shall win my love.<br /> +1021<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1022" id="Quote1022" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That best portion of a good man's life,—</span><br /> +His little, nameless, unremembered acts<br /> +Of kindness and of love.<br /> +1022<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1023" id="Quote1023" /> +What have kings that privates have not too,<br /> +Save ceremony?<br /> +1023<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1024" id="Quote1024" /> +Kings are like stars,—they rise and set, they have<br /> +The worship of the world, but no repose.<br /> +1024<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Hellas,</i> Line 195.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1025" id="Quote1025" /> +Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand<br /> +Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.<br /> +1025<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kissing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1026" id="Quote1026" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then kiss me hard,</span><br /> +As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,<br /> +That grew upon my lips.<br /> +1026<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1027" id="Quote1027" /> +Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made<br /> +For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.<br /> +1027<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1028" id="Quote1028" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When my lips meet thine</span><br /> +Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.<br /> +1028<br /> +H.H. BOYESEN: <i>Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1029" id="Quote1029" /> +Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed<br /> +On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led<br /> +Back to her mouth which answers there for all.<br /> +1029<br /> +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: <i>Love-Sweetness,</i> Sonnet xiii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1030" id="Quote1030" /> +I rest content, I kiss your eyes,<br /> +I kiss your hair, in my delight:<br /> +I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.<br /> +1030<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Isles of the Amazons,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1031" id="Quote1031" /> +One kiss—and then another—and another—<br /> +Till 't is too late to go—and so return.<br /> +1031<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1032" id="Quote1032" /> +Dear as remember'd kisses after death,<br /> +And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd<br /> +On lips that are for others.<br /> +1032<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knavery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1033" id="Quote1033" /> +There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark<br /> +But he's an arrant knave.<br /> +1033<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1034" id="Quote1034" /> +Whip me such honest knaves.<br /> +1034<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1035" id="Quote1035" /> +By fairy hands their knell is rung;<br /> +By forms unseen their dirge is sung.<br /> +1035<br /> +WILLIAM COLLINS: <i>Lines in 1746.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1036" id="Quote1036" /> +Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,<br /> +Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd.<br /> +1036<br /> +COWPER: <i>Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Knowledge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1037" id="Quote1037" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Knowledge is as food, and needs no less</span><br /> +Her temp'rance over appetite, to know<br /> +In measure what the mind may well contain;<br /> +Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns<br /> +Wisdom to folly.<br /> +1037<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 126.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1038" id="Quote1038" /> +All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.<br /> +1038<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 397.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1039" id="Quote1039" /> +<i>I know</i>—is all the mourner saith,<br /> +Knowledge by suffering entereth;<br /> +And Life is perfected by Death!<br /> +1039<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Vision of Poets,</i> St. 330.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1040" id="Quote1040" /> +Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.<br /> +1040<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 141.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1041" id="Quote1041" /> +But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,<br /> +Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll.<br /> +1041<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1042" id="Quote1042" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Oh, be wiser thou!</span><br /> +Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.<br /> +1042<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_L" id="Alphabet_L" /> +<h2>L.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Labor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1043" id="Quote1043" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have seen a swan</span><br /> +With bootless labor swim against the tide,<br /> +And spend her strength with over-matching waves.<br /> +1043<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1044" id="Quote1044" /> +Labor, you know, is Prayer.<br /> +1044<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Improvisations,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1045" id="Quote1045" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Taste the joy</span><br /> +That springs from labor.<br /> +1045<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Masque of Pandora,</i> Pt. vi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1046" id="Quote1046" /> +To fall'n humanity our Father said,<br /> +That food and bliss should not be found unsought;<br /> +That man should labor for his daily bread;<br /> +But not that man should toil and sweat for nought.<br /> +1046<br /> +EBENEZER ELLIOTT: <i>Corn Law Hymns.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1047" id="Quote1047" /> +To labor is the lot of man below;<br /> +And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.<br /> +1047<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. x., Line 78.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ladies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1048" id="Quote1048" /> +Ladies, like variegated tulips, show<br /> +'T is to their changes half their charms we owe.<br /> +1048<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lake.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1049" id="Quote1049" /> +On thy fair bosom, silver lake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,</span><br /> +And round his breast the ripples break<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As down he bears before the gale.</span><br /> +1049<br /> +JAMES G. PERCIVAL: <i>To Seneca Lake.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Land.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1050" id="Quote1050" /> +Breathes there the man with soul so dead<br /> +Who never to himself hath said<br /> +This is my own, my native land!<br /> +1050<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1051" id="Quote1051" /> +O Caledonia! stern and wild,<br /> +Meet nurse for a poetic child!<br /> +Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;<br /> +Land of the mountain and the flood!<br /> +1051<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landscape.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1052" id="Quote1052" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The low'ring element</span><br /> +Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape<br /> +1052<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 490.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1053" id="Quote1053" /> +Ever charming, ever new,<br /> +When will the landscape tire the view?<br /> +1053<br /> +JOHN DYER: <i>Grongar Hill,</i> Line 102.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Language.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1054" id="Quote1054" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fit language there is none</span><br /> +For the heart's deepest things.<br /> +1054<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. i., St. 28.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1055" id="Quote1055" /> +Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,</span><br /> +When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.</span><br /> +1055<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Flowers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lark.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1056" id="Quote1056" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Now hear the lark,</span><br /> +The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat<br /> +The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...<br /> +Some say the lark makes sweet division.<br /> +1056<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1057" id="Quote1057" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And now the herald lark</span><br /> +Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry<br /> +The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.<br /> +1057<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. ii., Line 279<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lass.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1058" id="Quote1058" /> +A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.<br /> +1058<br /> +LADY NAIRNE: <i>The Laird o' Cockpen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Latin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1059" id="Quote1059" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">That soft bastard Latin,</span><br /> +Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.<br /> +1059<br /> +BYRON: <i>Beppo,</i> St. 44.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Laughter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1060" id="Quote1060" /> +Laughter, holding both his sides.<br /> +1060<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 32.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1061" id="Quote1061" /> +Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,<br /> +And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.<br /> +1061<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 770.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Law.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1062" id="Quote1062" /> +In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,<br /> +But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,<br /> +Obscures the show of evil?<br /> +1062<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1063" id="Quote1063" /> +Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.<br /> +1063<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 386.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1064" id="Quote1064" /> +And sovereign law, that state's collected will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er thrones and globes elate,</span><br /> +Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.<br /> +1064<br /> +SIR WILLIAM JONES: <i>Ode in Im. of Alcoeus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Leaf—Leaves.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1065" id="Quote1065" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">My way of life</span><br /> +Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.<br /> +1065<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1066" id="Quote1066" /> +Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,<br /> +Since o'er shady groves they hover,<br /> +And with leaves and flowers do cover<br /> +The friendless bodies of unburied men.<br /> +1066<br /> +JOHN WEBSTER: <i>The White Devil,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1067" id="Quote1067" /> +Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—<br /> +Now green in youth, now withering on the ground.<br /> +1067<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. vi., Line 181.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Learning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1068" id="Quote1068" /> +"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death<br /> +Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"—<br /> +That is some satire, keen and critical.<br /> +1068<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1069" id="Quote1069" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Learning unrefin'd,</span><br /> +That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.<br /> +1069<br /> +FALCONER: <i>Shipwreck,</i> Canto i., Line 166.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1070" id="Quote1070" /> +Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,<br /> +And think they grow immortal as they quote.<br /> +1070<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire i., Line 89.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lending.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1071" id="Quote1071" /> +Loan oft loses both itself and friend.<br /> +1071<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1072" id="Quote1072" /> +If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not<br /> +As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take<br /> +A breed of barren metal of his friend?)<br /> +But lend it rather to thine enemy;<br /> +Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face<br /> +Exact the penalties.<br /> +1072<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Letters.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1073" id="Quote1073" /> +My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!<br /> +And yet they seem alive, and quivering<br /> +Against my tremulous hands which loose the string<br /> +And let them drop down on my knee to-night.<br /> +1073<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets fr. Portuguese,</i> Sonnet xxviii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1074" id="Quote1074" /> +Kind messages, that pass from land to land;<br /> +Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,<br /> +In which we feel the pressure of a hand,—<br /> +One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery!<br /> +1074<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1075" id="Quote1075" /> +You have the letters Cadmus gave,—<br /> +Think ye he meant them for a slave?.<br /> +1075<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Liberty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1076" id="Quote1076" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I must have liberty</span><br /> +Withal, as large a charter as the wind,<br /> +To blow on whom I please.<br /> +1076<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1077" id="Quote1077" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In liberty's defence, my noble task,</span><br /> +Of which all Europe rings from side to side;<br /> +This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask,<br /> +Content, though blind—had I no better guide.<br /> +1077<br /> +MILTON: Sonnet xxii., <i>To Cyriack Skinner.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1078" id="Quote1078" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When liberty is gone,</span><br /> +Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.<br /> +1078<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1079" id="Quote1079" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Liberty, like day,</span><br /> +Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven<br /> +Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.<br /> +1079<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 882.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1080" id="Quote1080" /> +Liberty 's in every blow!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let us do or die.</span><br /> +1080<br /> +BURNS: <i>Bannockburn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1081" id="Quote1081" /> +The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.<br /> +1081<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1082" id="Quote1082" /> +You told a lie; an odious, damned lie:<br /> +Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.<br /> +1082<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1083" id="Quote1083" /> +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +1083<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Life.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1084" id="Quote1084" /> +Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,<br /> +That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,<br /> +And then is heard no more: it is a tale<br /> +Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,<br /> +Signifying nothing.<br /> +1084<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1085" id="Quote1085" /> +Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,<br /> +Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.<br /> +1085<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xi., Line 553.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1086" id="Quote1086" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Must we count</span><br /> +Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount,<br /> +Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow?<br /> +1086<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 206.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1087" id="Quote1087" /> +Between two worlds, life hovers like a star<br /> +'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.<br /> +1087<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xv., St. 99.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1088" id="Quote1088" /> +Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star<br /> +In God's eternal day.<br /> +1088<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Autumnal Vespers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1089" id="Quote1089" /> +Life is the gift of God, and is divine.<br /> +1089<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>T. of a Wayside Inn,</i> Emma and Eginhard.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1090" id="Quote1090" /> +What is life? A thawing iceboard<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a sea with sunny shore:</span><br /> +Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We are sunk and seen no more.</span><br /> +1090<br /> +CARLYLE: <i>Cui Bono.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1091" id="Quote1091" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Life's a vast sea</span><br /> +That does its mighty errand without fail,<br /> +Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.<br /> +1091<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1092" id="Quote1092" /> +Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:<br /> +Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,<br /> +Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,<br /> +Can bribe the poor possession of a day.<br /> +1092<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. ix., Line 524.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1093" id="Quote1093" /> +So careful of the type she seems,<br /> +So careless of the single life.<br /> +1093<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> lv., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Light.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1094" id="Quote1094" /> +Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born!<br /> +Or of the Eternal coeternal beam,<br /> +May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,<br /> +And never but in unapproachèd light<br /> +Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,<br /> +Bright effluence of bright essence increate!<br /> +1094<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1095" id="Quote1095" /> +But yet the light that led astray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was light from heaven.</span><br /> +1095<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Vision.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1096" id="Quote1096" /> +The light that never was, on sea or land;<br /> +The consecration, and the Poet's dream.<br /> +1096<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1097" id="Quote1097" /> +Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind</span><br /> +Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind.</span><br /> +1097<br /> +SWINBURNE: <i>Eve of Revolution,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lightning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1098" id="Quote1098" /> +Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;<br /> +Brief as the lightning in the collied night.<br /> +1098<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lilies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1099" id="Quote1099" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Like the lily,</span><br /> +That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,<br /> +I'll hang my head and perish.<br /> +1099<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1100" id="Quote1100" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In twisted braids of lilies knitting</span><br /> +The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.<br /> +1100<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 859.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lincoln, Abraham.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1101" id="Quote1101" /> +This man, whose homely face you look upon,<br /> +Was one of Nature's masterful, great men;<br /> +Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won<br /> +Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen.<br /> +Chosen for large designs, he had the art<br /> +Of winning with his humor, and he went<br /> +Straight to his mark, which was the human heart;<br /> +Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent.<br /> +Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,—<br /> +The burden of the Commonwealth,—was laid;<br /> +He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road<br /> +Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed.<br /> +Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place<br /> +To this dear benefactor of the Race.<br /> +1101<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>Abraham Lincoln.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Line.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1102" id="Quote1102" /> +Marlowe's mighty line.<br /> +1102<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>To the Memory of Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1103" id="Quote1103" /> +Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.<br /> +1103<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion, Introduction to Canto i.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1104" id="Quote1104" /> +The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,<br /> +And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage<br /> +To be o'erpowered.<br /> +1104<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1105" id="Quote1105" /> +Her lips are roses over-washed with dew,<br /> +Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower;<br /> +No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power,<br /> +But by her breath her beauties do renew.<br /> +1105<br /> +ROBERT GREENE: <i>From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Little.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1106" id="Quote1106" /> +Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.<br /> +1106<br /> +BURNS: <i>Contented wi' Little.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1107" id="Quote1107" /> +Man wants but little here below,<br /> +Nor wants that little long.<br /> +1107<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Hermit,</i> Ch. viii., St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Locks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1108" id="Quote1108" /> +Thou canst not say I did it; never shake<br /> +Thy gory locks at me.<br /> +1108<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1109" id="Quote1109" /> +John Anderson my jo, John,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we were first acquent,</span><br /> +Your locks were like the raven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your bonny brow was brent.</span><br /> +1109<br /> +BURNS: <i>John Anderson.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Logic.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1110" id="Quote1110" /> +He was in logic a great critic,<br /> +Profoundly skill'd in analytic;<br /> +He could distinguish and divide<br /> +A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.<br /> +1110<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>London.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1111" id="Quote1111" /> +London! the needy villain's general home,<br /> +The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome!<br /> +With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,<br /> +Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.<br /> +1111<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>London,</i> Line 83.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Longings.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1112" id="Quote1112" /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">I have</span><br /> +Immortal longings in me.<br /> +1112<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Looks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1113" id="Quote1113" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My only books</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Were woman's looks,—</span><br /> +And folly 's all they've taught me.<br /> +1113<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Time I've Lost in Wooing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1114" id="Quote1114" /> +Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,<br /> +And news much older than their ale went round.<br /> +1114<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 223.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lord.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1115" id="Quote1115" /> +Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!<br /> +1115<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto i., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1116" id="Quote1116" /> +Lord of himself, though not of lands;<br /> +And having nothing, yet hath all.<br /> +1116<br /> +WOTTON: <i>Character of a Happy Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Loss.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1117" id="Quote1117" /> +That loss is common would not make<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My own less bitter—rather more;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Too common! Never morning wore</span><br /> +To evening but some heart did break.<br /> +1117<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. vi., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Love.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1118" id="Quote1118" /> +O, how this spring of love resembleth<br /> +The uncertain glory of an April day;<br /> +Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,<br /> +And by and by a cloud takes all away.<br /> +1118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1119" id="Quote1119" /> +Love is a spirit all compact of fire;<br /> +Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.<br /> +1119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1120" id="Quote1120" /> +Such is the power of that sweet passion,<br /> +That it all sordid baseness doth expel,<br /> +And the refined mind doth newly fashion<br /> +Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell<br /> +In his high thought, that would itself excel;<br /> +Which he, beholding still with constant sight,<br /> +Admires the mirror of so heavenly light.<br /> +1120<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Hymn in Honor of Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1121" id="Quote1121" /> +How could I tell I should love thee to-day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom that day I held not dear?</span><br /> +How could I know I should love thee away<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I did not love thee anear?</span><br /> +1121<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Supper at the Mill.</i> <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1122" id="Quote1122" /> +Instruct me now what love will do;<br /> +'T will make a tongueless man to woo.<br /> +Inform me next what love will do;<br /> +'T will strangely make a one of two.<br /> +Teach me besides what love will do;<br /> +'T will quickly mar and make ye too.<br /> +Tell me, now last, what love will do;<br /> +'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.<br /> +1122<br /> +SIR JOHN SUCKLING: <i>Aph. of Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1123" id="Quote1123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Love is the only good in the world.</span><br /> +Henceforth be loved as heart can love,<br /> +Or brain devise, or hand approve.<br /> +1123<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Flight of the Duchess,</i> Pt. xv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1124" id="Quote1124" /> +Mutual love brings mutual delight—<br /> +Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death.<br /> +1124<br /> +R.H. DANA: <i>The Dying Raven.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1125" id="Quote1125" /> +Let those love now, who never loved before,<br /> +Let those who always loved, now love the more.<br /> +1125<br /> +PARNELL: <i>Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1126" id="Quote1126" /> +Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:<br /> +Cupid averse rejects divided vows.<br /> +1126<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Henry and Emma,</i> Line 590.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1127" id="Quote1127" /> +And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind.<br /> +1127<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1128" id="Quote1128" /> +I hold it true, whate'er befall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I feel it when I sorrow most;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'T is better to have loved and lost,</span><br /> +Than never to have loved at all.<br /> +1128<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxvii., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1129" id="Quote1129" /> +Had we never loved so kindly,<br /> +Had we never loved so blindly,<br /> +Never met, or never parted,<br /> +We had ne'er been broken-hearted.<br /> +1129<br /> +BURNS: <i>Song, Ae Fond Kiss.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1130" id="Quote1130" /> +Love in a hut, with water and a crust,<br /> +Is—Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.<br /> +1130<br /> +KEATS: <i>Lamia,</i> Pt. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1131" id="Quote1131" /> +Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still;<br /> +Is human love the growth of human will?<br /> +1131<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1132" id="Quote1132" /> +There is no pleasure like the pain<br /> +Of being loved, and loving.<br /> +1132<br /> +PRAED: <i>Legend of the Haunted Tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1133" id="Quote1133" /> +Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,<br /> +'T is woman's whole existence.<br /> +1133<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto i., St. 194.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1134" id="Quote1134" /> +In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;<br /> +In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;<br /> +In halls, in gay attire is seen;<br /> +In hamlets, dances on the green;<br /> +Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,<br /> +And men below, and saints above;<br /> +For love is heaven and heaven is love.<br /> +1134<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto iii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1135" id="Quote1135" /> +True love is at home on a carpet,<br /> +And mightily likes his ease,—<br /> +And true love has an eye for a dinner,<br /> +And starves beneath shady trees.<br /> +His wing is the fan of a lady,<br /> +His foot's an invisible thing,<br /> +And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel,<br /> +And shot from a silver string.<br /> +1135<br /> +WILLIS: <i>Love in a Cottage.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1136" id="Quote1136" /> +What is love? 't is nature's treasure,<br /> +'T is the storehouse of her joys;<br /> +'T is the highest heaven of pleasure,<br /> +'T is a bliss which never cloys.<br /> +1136<br /> +THOMAS CHATTERTON: <i>The Revenge,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Luxury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1137" id="Quote1137" /> +O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree,<br /> +How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee!<br /> +How do thy potions, with insidious joy,<br /> +Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy!<br /> +1137<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 395.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1138" id="Quote1138" /> +Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!<br /> +1138<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_M" id="Alphabet_M" /> +<h2>M.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Madness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1139" id="Quote1139" /> +I am not mad;—I would to heaven I were!<br /> +For then, 't is like I should forget myself;<br /> +O, if I could,—what grief should I forget!<br /> +1139<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1140" id="Quote1140" /> +Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.<br /> +1140<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1141" id="Quote1141" /> +And moody madness laughing wild<br /> +Amid severest woe.<br /> +1141<br /> +GRAY: <i>On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Man.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1142" id="Quote1142" /> +O, what may man within him hide,<br /> +Though angel on the outward side!<br /> +1142<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1143" id="Quote1143" /> +He was a man, take him for all in all,<br /> +I shall not look upon his like again.<br /> +1143<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1144" id="Quote1144" /> +His life was gentle; and the elements<br /> +So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,<br /> +And say to all the world, "This was a man!"<br /> +1144<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1145" id="Quote1145" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Man is one world, and hath.</span><br /> +Another to attend him.<br /> +1145<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Temple.</i> <i>Man.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1146" id="Quote1146" /> +Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,<br /> +The proper study of mankind is Man.<br /> +1146<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1147" id="Quote1147" /> +What tho' on hamely fare we dine,<br /> +Wear hoddin gray, and a' that?<br /> +Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,<br /> +A man's a man for a' that!<br /> +1147<br /> +BURNS: <i>For a' That and a' That.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1148" id="Quote1148" /> +Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire<br /> +Cool to a glorious evening, and expire.<br /> +1148<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Rules and Lessons.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1149" id="Quote1149" /> +Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives<br /> +The eternal epic of the man.<br /> +1149<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The Grave by the Lake,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1150" id="Quote1150" /> +What is man? A foolish baby;<br /> +Vainly strives, and fights, and frets:<br /> +Demanding all, deserving nothing,<br /> +One small grave is all he gets.<br /> +1150<br /> +CARLYLE: <i>Cui Bono.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Manners.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1151" id="Quote1151" /> +Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves,<br /> +Where manners ne'er were preach'd.<br /> +1151<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1152" id="Quote1152" /> +Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes,<br /> +Tenets with books, and principles with times.<br /> +1152<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 172.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marble.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1153" id="Quote1153" /> +And sleep in dull cold marble.<br /> +1153<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1154" id="Quote1154" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">All your better deeds</span><br /> +Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.<br /> +1154<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Philaster,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>March.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1155" id="Quote1155" /> +The stormy March is come at last,<br /> +With wind, and clouds, and changing skies;<br /> +I hear the rushing of the blast,<br /> +That through the snowy valleys flies.<br /> +1155<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>March.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1156" id="Quote1156" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ah, March! we know thou art</span><br /> +Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,<br /> +And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!<br /> +1156<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>March.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marriage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1157" id="Quote1157" /> +The ancient saying is no heresy;—<br /> +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.<br /> +1157<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act ii, Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1158" id="Quote1158" /> +Marriage is a matter of more worth<br /> +Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.<br /> +1158<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1159" id="Quote1159" /> +The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,<br /> +Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,<br /> +Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,<br /> +Eternity of pleasures.<br /> +1159<br /> +FORD: <i>Broken Heart,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1160" id="Quote1160" /> +Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source<br /> +Of human offspring.<br /> +1160<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 750.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1161" id="Quote1161" /> +Marriage is the life-long miracle,<br /> +The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.<br /> +1161<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Martyrs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1162" id="Quote1162" /> +Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful,<br /> +E'en as the martyrs of death.<br /> +1162<br /> +H.H. BOYESEN: <i>Calpurnia,</i> Pt. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1163" id="Quote1163" /> +A pale martyr in his shirt of fire.<br /> +1163<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Masters.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1164" id="Quote1164" /> +We cannot all be masters, nor all masters<br /> +Cannot be truly followed.<br /> +1164<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1165" id="Quote1165" /> +Men at some time are masters of their fates:<br /> +The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,<br /> +But in ourselves, that we are underlings.<br /> +1165<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Matter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1166" id="Quote1166" /> +When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"<br /> +And proved it,—'t was no matter what he said.<br /> +1166<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>May.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1167" id="Quote1167" /> +The voice of one who goes before, to make<br /> +The paths of June more beautiful, is thine,<br /> +Sweet May!<br /> +1167<br /> +HELEN HUNT: <i>May.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1168" id="Quote1168" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The new-born May,</span><br /> +As cradled yet in April's lap she lay.<br /> +Born in yon blaze of orient sky,<br /> +Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold,<br /> +Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,<br /> +And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.<br /> +1168<br /> +ERASMUS DARWIN: <i>L. of the Plants,</i> Canto ii., Line 307.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1169" id="Quote1169" /> +Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,<br /> +Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her<br /> +The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws<br /> +The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.<br /> +1169<br /> +MILTON: <i>Song on May Morning.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Meeting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1170" id="Quote1170" /> +It gives me wonder, great as my content,<br /> +To see you here before me.<br /> +1170<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1171" id="Quote1171" /> +Each hour until we meet is as a bird<br /> +That wings from far his gradual way along<br /> +The rustling covert of my soul,—his song<br /> +Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd:<br /> +But at the hour of meeting, a clear word<br /> +Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue.<br /> +1171<br /> +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: <i>Winged Hours,</i> Sonnet xv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Melancholy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1172" id="Quote1172" /> +There 's such a charm in melancholy.<br /> +1172<br /> +ROGERS: <i>To ——.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1173" id="Quote1173" /> +These pleasures, Melancholy, give;<br /> +And I with thee will choose to live.<br /> +1173<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 175.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1174" id="Quote1174" /> +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,<br /> +And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.<br /> +1174<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy, The Epitaph.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Melodies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1175" id="Quote1175" /> +And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour<br /> +A thousand melodies unheard before!<br /> +1175<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Memory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1176" id="Quote1176" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Remember thee?</span><br /> +Yea, from the table of my memory<br /> +I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records,<br /> +All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,<br /> +That youth and observation copied there.<br /> +1176<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1177" id="Quote1177" /> +The eyes of memory will not sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its ears are open still,</span><br /> +And vigils with the past they keep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against my feeble will.</span><br /> +1177<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Knight of St. John.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1178" id="Quote1178" /> +Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou ever wilt remain.</span><br /> +1178<br /> +GEORGE LINLEY: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Men.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1179" id="Quote1179" /> +Men are but children of a larger growth.<br /> +1179<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>All for Love,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mercy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1180" id="Quote1180" /> +The quality of mercy is not strain'd;<br /> +It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven<br /> +Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;<br /> +It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:<br /> +'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes<br /> +The throned monarch better than his crown.<br /> +1180<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1181" id="Quote1181" /> +Who will not mercie unto others show,<br /> +How can he mercy ever hope to have?<br /> +1181<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Merit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1182" id="Quote1182" /> +Be thou the first true merit to befriend;<br /> +His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.<br /> +1182<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 274.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Midnight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1183" id="Quote1183" /> +The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—<br /> +Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.<br /> +1183<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1184" id="Quote1184" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Midnight brought on the dusky hour</span><br /> +Friendliest to sleep and silence.<br /> +1184<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 667.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1185" id="Quote1185" /> +'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon,<br /> +Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles,<br /> +Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven.<br /> +1185<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Ina,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1186" id="Quote1186" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That mighty orb of song,</span><br /> +The divine Milton.<br /> +1186<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mind.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1187" id="Quote1187" /> +The mind is its own place, and in itself<br /> +Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.<br /> +1187<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 254.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1188" id="Quote1188" /> +Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.<br /> +1188<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1189" id="Quote1189" /> +Though man a thinking being is defined,<br /> +Few use the grand prerogative of mind.<br /> +1189<br /> +JANE TAYLOR: <i>Essays in Rhyme,</i> Essay i., St. 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1190" id="Quote1190" /> +My mind to me a kingdom is;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such present joys therein I find,</span><br /> +That it excels all other bliss<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That earth affords or grows by kind.</span><br /> +1190<br /> +EDWARD DYER: <i>Ms. Rawl.,</i> 85, p. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mirth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1191" id="Quote1191" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">More merry tears</span><br /> +The passion of loud laughter never shed.<br /> +1191<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1192" id="Quote1192" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, thou Goddess fair and free,</span><br /> +In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne,<br /> +And by men, heart-easing Mirth.<br /> +1192<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1193" id="Quote1193" /> +As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,<br /> +The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.<br /> +1193<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam o' Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mischief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1194" id="Quote1194" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, mischief! thou art swift</span><br /> +To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!<br /> +1194<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1195" id="Quote1195" /> +When to mischief mortals bend their will,<br /> +How soon they find fit instruments of ill!<br /> +1195<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., St. 125.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Misery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1196" id="Quote1196" /> +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.<br /> +1196<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1197" id="Quote1197" /> +Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,<br /> +For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.<br /> +1197<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. v., Line 572.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Misfortune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1198" id="Quote1198" /> +One woe doth tread upon another's heel,<br /> +So fast they follow.<br /> +1198<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1199" id="Quote1199" /> +As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,<br /> +And none could be unhappy but the great.<br /> +1199<br /> +NICHOLAS ROWE: <i>Fair Penitent. Prologue.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mobs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1200" id="Quote1200" /> +You have many enemies that know not<br /> +Why they are so, but, like to village curs,<br /> +Bark when their fellows do.<br /> +1200<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1201" id="Quote1201" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The rabble all alive,</span><br /> +From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties,<br /> +Swarm in the streets.<br /> +1201<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. vi., Line 704.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mockery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1202" id="Quote1202" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Hence, horrible shadow!</span><br /> +Unreal mockery, hence!<br /> +1202<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Modesty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1203" id="Quote1203" /> +Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.<br /> +1203<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1204" id="Quote1204" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Such an act</span><br /> +That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.<br /> +1204<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Monarchs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1205" id="Quote1205" /> +A morsel for a monarch.<br /> +1205<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1206" id="Quote1206" /> +A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate<br /> +Of mighty monarchs.<br /> +1206<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1285.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Money.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1207" id="Quote1207" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">This yellow slave</span><br /> +Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;<br /> +Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,<br /> +And give them title, knee, and approbation,<br /> +With senators on the bench.<br /> +1207<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1208" id="Quote1208" /> +He had rolled in money like pigs in mud.<br /> +1208<br /> +Hood: <i>Miss Kilmansegg.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1209" id="Quote1209" /> +'T is true we've money, th' only power<br /> +That all mankind falls down before.<br /> +1209<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1210" id="Quote1210" /> +Get money; still get money, boy,<br /> +No matter by what means.<br /> +1210<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Every Man in His Humour,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Months.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1211" id="Quote1211" /> +Thirty days hath September,<br /> +April, June, and November,<br /> +All the rest have thirty-one,<br /> +Excepting February alone:<br /> +Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,<br /> +Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.<br /> +1211<br /> +<i>Common in the New England States.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Monuments.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1212" id="Quote1212" /> +Not marble, nor the gilded monuments<br /> +Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.<br /> +1212<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Sonnet 55.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mood.</b><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Anon they move</span><br /> +In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood<br /> +Of flutes and soft recorders.<br /> +<a name="Quote1213" id="Quote1213" /> +1213<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i. Line 549.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1214" id="Quote1214" /> +Fantastic as a woman's mood,<br /> +And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.<br /> +1214<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1215" id="Quote1215" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now glow'd the firmament</span><br /> +With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led<br /> +The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,<br /> +Rising in clouded majesty, at length,<br /> +Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,<br /> +And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.<br /> +1215<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 604.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1216" id="Quote1216" /> +How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon<br /> +From the slow opening curtains of the clouds;<br /> +Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!<br /> +1216<br /> +GEORGE CROLY: <i>Diana.</i><br /> +<br /> +The moon had climb'd the highest hill<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which rises o'er the source of Dee,</span><br /> +And from the eastern summit shed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her silver light on tower and tree.</span><br /> +<a name="Quote1217" id="Quote1217" /> +1217<br /> +JOHN LOWE: <i>Mary's Dream.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1218" id="Quote1218" /> +Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,<br /> +And unawares Morality expires.<br /> +1218<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 649.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1219" id="Quote1219" /> +See how the morning opes her golden gates,<br /> +And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!<br /> +How well resembles it the prime of youth,<br /> +Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love.<br /> +1219<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1220" id="Quote1220" /> +Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,<br /> +With charm of earliest birds.<br /> +1220<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 641.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1221" id="Quote1221" /> +Night wanes—the vapors round the mountains curl'd<br /> +Melt into morn, and light awakes the world.<br /> +1221<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1222" id="Quote1222" /> +The moon is carried off in purple fire:<br /> +Day breaks at last.<br /> +1222<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Return of the Druses,</i> Act i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1223" id="Quote1223" /> +Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear<br /> +My voice ascending high.<br /> +1223<br /> +WATTS: <i>Psalm</i> v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mortality.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1224" id="Quote1224" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All, that in this world is great or gay,</span><br /> +Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.<br /> +1224<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> Line 55.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1225" id="Quote1225" /> +We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.<br /> +1225<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mother.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1226" id="Quote1226" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">A woman's love</span><br /> +Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,<br /> +And by its weakness overcomes.<br /> +1226<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Legend of Brittany,</i> Pt. ii., St. 43.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1227" id="Quote1227" /> +A mother is a mother still,<br /> +The holiest thing alive.<br /> +1227<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Three Graves.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mountains.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1228" id="Quote1228" /> +I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives<br /> +First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves<br /> +The world; and, vainly favored, it repays<br /> +The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze<br /> +By no change of its large calm front of snow.<br /> +1228<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1229" id="Quote1229" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And to me</span><br /> +High mountains are a feeling, but the hum<br /> +Of human cities torture.<br /> +1229<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 72.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mounting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1230" id="Quote1230" /> +I mount and mount toward the sky,<br /> +The eagle's heart is mine,<br /> +I ride to put the clouds a-by<br /> +Where silver lakelets shine.<br /> +The roaring streams wax white with snow,<br /> +The eagle's nest draws near,<br /> +The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow,<br /> +The air is frosty clear.<br /> +And so from cliff to cliff I rise,<br /> +The eagle's heart is mine;<br /> +Above me ever broadning skies,<br /> +Below the rivers shine.<br /> +1230<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>Mounting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mourning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1231" id="Quote1231" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">We must all die!</span><br /> +All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,<br /> +Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so<br /> +Need lamentation for him?<br /> +1231<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Valentinian,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1232" id="Quote1232" /> +Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.<br /> +1232<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 108.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Murder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1233" id="Quote1233" /> +Murder most foul, as in the best it is;<br /> +But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.<br /> +1233<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1234" id="Quote1234" /> +Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,<br /> +But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.<br /> +1234<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cock and Fox,</i> Line 285.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Music.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1235" id="Quote1235" /> +The man that hath no music in himself,<br /> +Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,<br /> +Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;<br /> +The motions of his spirit are dull as night,<br /> +And his affections dark as Erebus:<br /> +Let no such man be trusted.<br /> +1235<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1236" id="Quote1236" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Music's golden tongue</span><br /> +Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.<br /> +1236<br /> +KEATS: <i>Eve of St. Agnes,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1237" id="Quote1237" /> +Music has charms to soothe the savage breast,<br /> +To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak;<br /> +I've read that things inanimate have mov'd,<br /> +And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,<br /> +By magic numbers and persuasive sound.<br /> +1237<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Mourning Bride,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1238" id="Quote1238" /> +Music the fiercest grief can charm,<br /> +And fate's severest rage disarm.<br /> +Music can soften pain to ease,<br /> +And make despair and madness please;<br /> +Our joys below it can improve,<br /> +And antedate the bliss above.<br /> +1238<br /> +POPE: <i>Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1239" id="Quote1239" /> +When Music, heavenly maid, was young,<br /> +While yet in early Greece she sung,<br /> +The Passions oft, to hear her shell,<br /> +Throng'd around her magic cell,<br /> +Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,<br /> +Possest beyond the Muse's painting.<br /> +1239<br /> +COLLINS: <i>The Passions,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1240" id="Quote1240" /> +The soul of music slumbers in the shell,<br /> +Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,<br /> +And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour<br /> +A thousand melodies unheard before.<br /> +1240<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life,</i> Line 362.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1241" id="Quote1241" /> +A few can touch the magic string,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noisy Fame is proud to win them;</span><br /> +Alas for those that never sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But die with all their music in them!</span><br /> +1241<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Voiceless.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_N" id="Alphabet_N" /> +<h2>N.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Name.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1242" id="Quote1242" /> +What's in a name? That which we call a rose<br /> +By any other name would smell as sweet.<br /> +1242<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1243" id="Quote1243" /> +Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,<br /> +The power of grace, the magic of a name?<br /> +1243<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nature.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1244" id="Quote1244" />Nature ever yields reward<br /> +To him who seeks, and loves her best.<br /> +1 +244<br /> +BARRY CORNWALL: <i>Above and Below.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1245" id="Quote1245" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O Nature, how fair is thy face,</span><br /> +And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace!<br /> +1245<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1246" id="Quote1246" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To him who in the love of Nature holds</span><br /> +Communion with her visible forms, she speaks<br /> +A various language; for his gayer hours<br /> +She has a voice of gladness, and a smile<br /> +And eloquence of beauty, and she glides<br /> +Into his darker musings, with a mild<br /> +And healing sympathy, that steals away<br /> +Their sharpness, ere he is aware.<br /> +1246<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Thanatopsis.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>News—Newspapers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1247" id="Quote1247" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The first bringer of unwelcome news</span><br /> +Hath but a losing office; and his tongue<br /> +Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,<br /> +Remember'd knolling a departing friend.<br /> +1247<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1248" id="Quote1248" /> +Evil news rides post, while good news baits.<br /> +1248<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 1538.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1249" id="Quote1249" /> +Turn to the press—its teeming sheets survey,<br /> +Big with the wonders of each passing day;<br /> +Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks,<br /> +Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks.<br /> +1249<br /> +SPRAGUE: <i>Curiosity.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Newton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1250" id="Quote1250" /> +Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:<br /> +God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.<br /> +1250<br /> +POPE: <i>Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1251" id="Quote1251" /> +Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas!<br /> +Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,<br /> +That he himself felt only "like a youth<br /> +Picking up shells by the great ocean—Truth."<br /> +1251<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto vii., St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>New Year.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1252" id="Quote1252" /> +The wave is breaking on the shore,—<br /> +The echo fading from the chime—<br /> +Again the shadow moveth o'er<br /> +The dial-plate of time!<br /> +1252<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>The New Year.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Niagara.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1253" id="Quote1253" /> +Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe<br /> +Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set<br /> +His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud<br /> +Mantles around thy feet.<br /> +1253<br /> +MRS. SIGOURNEY: <i>Niagara.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Night.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1254" id="Quote1254" /> +Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,<br /> +The ear more quick of apprehension makes.<br /> +1254<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1255" id="Quote1255" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Now began</span><br /> +Night with her sullen wing to double-shade<br /> +The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd,<br /> +And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.<br /> +1255<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. i., Line 409.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1256" id="Quote1256" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Awful Night!</span><br /> +Ancestral mystery of mysteries.<br /> +1256<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1257" id="Quote1257" /> +Night, night it is, night upon the palms.<br /> +Night, night it is, the land wind has blown.<br /> +Starry, starry night, over deep and height;<br /> +Love, love in the valley, love all alone.<br /> +1257<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The Feast of Famine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1258" id="Quote1258" /> +Night is the time to weep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wet with unseen tears</span><br /> +Those graves of memory where sleep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The joys of other years.</span><br /> +1258<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>The Issues of Life and Death.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nightingale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1259" id="Quote1259" /> +The nightingale, if she should sing by day,<br /> +When every goose is cackling, would be thought<br /> +No better a musician than the wren.<br /> +How many things by season season'd are<br /> +To their right praise, and true perfection!<br /> +1259<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1260" id="Quote1260" /> +O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray<br /> +Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,<br /> +Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill.<br /> +1260<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sonnet 1.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nobility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1261" id="Quote1261" /> +Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.<br /> +1261<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1262" id="Quote1262" /> +For he who is honest is noble,<br /> +Whatever his fortunes or birth.<br /> +1262<br /> +ALICE CARY: <i>Nobility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>North.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1263" id="Quote1263" /> +Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed;<br /> +In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there,<br /> +At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.<br /> +1263<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 222.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>November.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1264" id="Quote1264" /> +Next was November; he full gross and fat<br /> +As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;<br /> +For he had been a-fatting hogs of late,<br /> +That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam.<br /> +1264<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1265" id="Quote1265" /> +In rattling showers dark November's rain,<br /> +From every stormy cloud, descends amain.<br /> +1265<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Numbers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1266" id="Quote1266" /> +As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,<br /> +I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.<br /> +1266<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 127.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_O" id="Alphabet_O" /> +<h2>O.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oak.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1267" id="Quote1267" /> +Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,<br /> +Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,<br /> +Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.<br /> +1267<br /> +KEATS: <i>Hyperion,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1268" id="Quote1268" /> +A song to the oak, the brave old oak,<br /> +Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!<br /> +1268<br /> +HENRY F. CHORLEY: <i>The Brave Old Oak.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1269" id="Quote1269" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The oars were silver,</span><br /> +Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made<br /> +The water which they beat to follow faster,<br /> +As amorous of their strokes.<br /> +1269<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oaths.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1270" id="Quote1270" /> +'T is not the many oaths that make the truth;<br /> +But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.<br /> +1270<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1271" id="Quote1271" /> +Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law,<br /> +To keep the good and just in awe,<br /> +But to confine the bad and sinful,<br /> +Like moral cattle, in a pinfold.<br /> +1271<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Obedience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1272" id="Quote1272" /> +Let them obey that know not how to rule.<br /> +1272<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1273" id="Quote1273" /> +Obedience is the Christian's crown.<br /> +1273<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Fight with the Dragon,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Observation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1274" id="Quote1274" /> +For he is but a bastard to the time<br /> +That doth not smack of observation.<br /> +1274<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ocean.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1275" id="Quote1275" /> +Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!<br /> +Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;<br /> +Man marks the earth with ruin—his control<br /> +Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain<br /> +The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain<br /> +A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,<br /> +When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,<br /> +He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,<br /> +Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.<br /> +1275<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 179.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1276" id="Quote1276" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">One height</span><br /> +Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light,<br /> +And he could hear its multitudinous roar,<br /> +Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore.<br /> +1276<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Legend of Jubal,</i> Line 506.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>October.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1277" id="Quote1277" /> +The sweet calm sunshine of October, now<br /> +Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould<br /> +The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough<br /> +Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.<br /> +1277<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>October, 1866.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1278" id="Quote1278" /> +October's foliage yellows with his cold.<br /> +1278<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Months.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Offence.</b><br /> +<br /> +In such a time as this, it is not meet<br /> +That every nice offence should bear his comment.<br /> +<a name="Quote1279" id="Quote1279" />1279<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1280" id="Quote1280" /> +And love the offender, yet detest the offence.<br /> +1280<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 192.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Old Age.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1281" id="Quote1281" /> +Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;<br /> +For in my youth I never did apply<br /> +Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;<br /> +Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo<br /> +The means of weakness and debility:<br /> +Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,<br /> +Frosty, but kindly.<br /> +1281<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1282" id="Quote1282" /> +When he is forsaken,<br /> +Withered and shaken,<br /> +What can an old man do but die?<br /> +1282<br /> +HOOD: <i>Ballad.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Opinion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1283" id="Quote1283" /> +Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan<br /> +The outward habit by the inward man.<br /> +1283<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1284" id="Quote1284" /> +He that complies against his will<br /> +Is of his own opinion still.<br /> +1284<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Opportunity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1285" id="Quote1285" /> +O Opportunity! thy guilt is great:<br /> +'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason;<br /> +Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get;<br /> +Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season;<br /> +'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason.<br /> +1285<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>R. of Lucrece,</i> Line 876.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oracle.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1286" id="Quote1286" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I am Sir Oracle,</span><br /> +And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!<br /> +1286<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Oratory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1287" id="Quote1287" /> +Thence to the famous orators repair,<br /> +Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence<br /> +Wielded at will that fierce democracy,<br /> +Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,<br /> +To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.<br /> +1287<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Order.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1288" id="Quote1288" /> +Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest,<br /> +Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,<br /> +More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence<br /> +That such are happier, shocks all common sense.<br /> +1288<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 49.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ornament.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1289" id="Quote1289" /> +Thus ornament is but the guiled shore<br /> +To a most dangerous sea.<br /> +1289<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Owl.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1290" id="Quote1290" /> +It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,<br /> +Which gives the stern'st good-night.<br /> +1290<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_P" id="Alphabet_P" /> +<h2>P.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1291" id="Quote1291" /> +Pain pays the income of each precious thing.<br /> +1291<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>R. of Lucrece,</i> Line 334.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1292" id="Quote1292" /> +Pain is no longer pain when it is past.<br /> +1292<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Sonnet.</i> <i>Nature's Lesson.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1293" id="Quote1293" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sad mechanic exercise</span><br /> +Like dull narcotics numbing pain.<br /> +1293<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam, Prologue,</i> v., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Painter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1294" id="Quote1294" /> +With hue like that when some great painter dips<br /> +His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.<br /> +1294<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Revolt of Islam,</i> Canto v., St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Palm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1295" id="Quote1295" /> +No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;<br /> +Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.<br /> +1295<br /> +HEBER: <i>Palestine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1296" id="Quote1296" /> +And they heard the words it said,—<br /> +"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pan, Pan is dead!"</span><br /> +1296<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>The Dead Pan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pang.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1297" id="Quote1297" /> +And even the pang preceding death<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bids expectation rise.</span><br /> +1297<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>The Captivity,</i> Act ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Paradise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1298" id="Quote1298" /> +'T is sweet, as year by year we lose<br /> +Friends out of sight, in faith to muse<br /> +How grows in Paradise our store.<br /> +1298<br /> +KEBLE: <i>Burial of the Dead.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pardon.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1299" id="Quote1299" /> +Forgiveness to the injured does belong;<br /> +But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.<br /> +1299<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Conquest of Granada,</i> Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parents.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1300" id="Quote1300" /> +Great families of yesterday we show,<br /> +And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.<br /> +1300<br /> +DEFOE: <i>True-Born Englishman,</i> Pt. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parting.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1301" id="Quote1301" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">What! gone without a word?</span><br /> +Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;<br /> +For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.<br /> +1301<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1302" id="Quote1302" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">They who go</span><br /> +Feel not the pain of parting; it is they<br /> +Who stay behind that suffer.<br /> +1302<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. I., i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1303" id="Quote1303" /> +Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.<br /> +1303<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Passion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1304" id="Quote1304" /> +Fountain heads and pathless groves,<br /> +Places which pale passion loves.<br /> +1304<br /> +JOHN FLETCHER: <i>The Nice Valour,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1305" id="Quote1305" /> +Passions are likened best to floods and streams:<br /> +The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.<br /> +1305<br /> +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: <i>Silent Lover.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Past, The.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1306" id="Quote1306" /> +Over the trackless past, somewhere,<br /> +Lie the lost days of our tropic youth,<br /> +Only regained by faith and prayer,<br /> +Only recalled by prayer and plaint:<br /> +Each lost day has its patron saint.<br /> +1306<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>The Lost Galleon,</i> Last St.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1307" id="Quote1307" /> +Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,<br /> +As the swift seasons roll!<br /> +Leave thy low-vaulted past!<br /> +1307<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Chambered Nautilus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Patience.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1308" id="Quote1308" /> +How poor are they, that have not patience!<br /> +What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?<br /> +1308<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1309" id="Quote1309" /> +Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.<br /> +1309<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1310" id="Quote1310" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Patience is more oft the exercise</span><br /> +Of saints, the trial of their fortitude,<br /> +Making them each his own deliverer,<br /> +And victor over all<br /> +That tyranny or fortune can inflict.<br /> +1310<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 1287.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1311" id="Quote1311" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Patience is a plant</span><br /> +That grows not in all gardens.<br /> +1311<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii., 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1312" id="Quote1312" /> +There are times when patience proves at fault.<br /> +1312<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Patriotism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1313" id="Quote1313" /> +Strike—for your altars and your fires;<br /> +Strike—for the green graves of your sires;<br /> +God, and your native land!<br /> +1313<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>Marco Bozzaris.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1314" id="Quote1314" /> +One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,<br /> +One Nation evermore!<br /> +1314<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Voyage of the Good Ship Union.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1315" id="Quote1315" /> +My country, 't is of thee,<br /> +Sweet land of liberty,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of thee I sing:</span><br /> +Land where my fathers died,<br /> +Land of the pilgrims' pride,<br /> +From every mountain side<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let freedom ring.</span><br /> +1315<br /> +SAMUEL F. SMITH: <i>National Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1316" id="Quote1316" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sail on, O Ship of State!</span><br /> +Sail on, O Union, strong and great!<br /> +Humanity with all its fears,<br /> +With all the hopes of future years,<br /> +Is hanging breathless on thy fate!<br /> +1316<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Building of the Ship.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Peace.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1317" id="Quote1317" /> +A peace is of the nature of a conquest;<br /> +For then both parties nobly are subdued,<br /> +And neither party loser.<br /> +1317<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1318" id="Quote1318" /> +I, in this weak piping time of peace,<br /> +Have no delight to pass away the time,<br /> +Unless to see my shadow in the sun.<br /> +1318<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1319" id="Quote1319" /> +Why prate of peace? when, warriors all,<br /> +We clank in harness into hall,<br /> +And ever bare upon the board<br /> +Lies the necessary sword.<br /> +1319<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>The Woodman.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1320" id="Quote1320" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Peace hath her victories,</span><br /> +No less renowned than war.<br /> +1320<br /> +MILTON: Sonnet xvi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1321" id="Quote1321" /> +Peace was on the earth and in the air.<br /> +1321<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Ages,</i> St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pearls.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1322" id="Quote1322" /> +Go boldly forth, my simple lay,<br /> +Whose accents flow with artless ease,<br /> +Like orient pearls at random strung.<br /> +1322<br /> +SIR WILLIAM JONES: <i>A Persian Song of Hafiz.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pen.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1323" id="Quote1323" /> +Beneath the rule of men entirely great,<br /> +The pen is mightier than the sword.<br /> +1323<br /> +BULWER-LYTTON: <i>Richelieu,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1324" id="Quote1324" /> +This dull product of a scoffer's pen.<br /> +1324<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>People.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1325" id="Quote1325" /> +And what the people but a herd confus'd,<br /> +A miscellaneous rabble, who extol<br /> +Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise?<br /> +1325<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iii., Line 49.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perfection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1326" id="Quote1326" /> +One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun<br /> +Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.<br /> +1326<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perjury.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1327" id="Quote1327" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">At lovers' perjuries,</span><br /> +They say, Jove laughs.<br /> +1327<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Perseverance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1328" id="Quote1328" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Perseverance, dear my lord,</span><br /> +Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang<br /> +Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail<br /> +In monumental mockery.<br /> +1328<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Persuasion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1329" id="Quote1329" /> +He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.<br /> +1329<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. vii., Line 143.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Petitions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1330" id="Quote1330" /> +Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;<br /> +Let other hours be set apart for business.<br /> +1330<br /> +FIELDING: <i>Tom Thumb the Great,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Philosophy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1331" id="Quote1331" /> +How charming is divine Philosophy!<br /> +Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,<br /> +But musical as is Apollo's lute,<br /> +And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,<br /> +Where no crude surfeit reigns.<br /> +1331<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 476.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Physic.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1332" id="Quote1332" /> +Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.<br /> +1332<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1333" id="Quote1333" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Take physic, pomp;</span><br /> +Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.<br /> +1333<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Piety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1334" id="Quote1334" /> +Why should not piety be made,<br /> +As well as equity, a trade,<br /> +And men get money by devotion,<br /> +As well as making of a motion?<br /> +1334<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 295.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pilot.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1335" id="Quote1335" /> +Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There's danger on the deep.</span><br /> +1335<br /> +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: <i>The Pilot.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pines.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1336" id="Quote1336" /> +Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.<br /> +1336<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pipe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1337" id="Quote1337" /> +Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe<br /> +When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe.<br /> +1337<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Island,</i> Canto ii., St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1338" id="Quote1338" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pity is the virtue of the law,</span><br /> +And none but tyrants use it cruelly.<br /> +1338<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1339" id="Quote1339" /> +Careless their merits or their faults to scan,<br /> +His pity gave ere charity began.<br /> +1339<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 161.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Place.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1340" id="Quote1340" /> +The fittest place where man can die<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is where he dies for man!</span><br /> +1340<br /> +MICHAEL J. BARRY: <i>The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Play.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1341" id="Quote1341" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The play 's the thing</span><br /> +Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.<br /> +1341<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pleasure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1342" id="Quote1342" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Pleasure, and revenge,</span><br /> +Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice<br /> +Of any true decision.<br /> +1342<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1343" id="Quote1343" /> +But not e'en pleasure to excess is good:<br /> +What most elates, then sinks the soul as low.<br /> +1343<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Castle of Indolence,</i> Canto i., St. 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1344" id="Quote1344" /> +Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.<br /> +1344<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 170.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1345" id="Quote1345" /> +But pleasures are like poppies spread,<br /> +You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.<br /> +1345<br /> +BURNS: <i>Tam o' Shanter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1346" id="Quote1346" /> +Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,<br /> +Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.<br /> +1346<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poetry—Poets.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1347" id="Quote1347" /> +It is not poetry that makes men poor;<br /> +For few do write that were not so before.<br /> +1347<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 441.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1348" id="Quote1348" /> +A verse may find him who a sermon flies,<br /> +And turn delight into a sacrifice.<br /> +1348<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1349" id="Quote1349" /> +Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,<br /> +And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.<br /> +1349<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Another and a Better World.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1350" id="Quote1350" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The poor poet</span><br /> +Worships without reward, nor hopes to find<br /> +A heaven save in his worship.<br /> +1350<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1351" id="Quote1351" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">God is the PERFECT POET,</span><br /> +Who in creation acts his own conceptions.<br /> +1351<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1352" id="Quote1352" /> +Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,<br /> +And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.<br /> +1352<br /> +KEATS: <i>Epis. to George Felton Mathews.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1353" id="Quote1353" /> +Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,<br /> +Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.—<br /> +The poets who on earth have made us heirs<br /> +Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays.<br /> +1353<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Personal Talk.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pole.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1354" id="Quote1354" /> +True as the needle to the pole,<br /> +Or as the dial to the sun.<br /> +1354<br /> +BARTON BOOTH: <i>Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pomp.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1355" id="Quote1355" /> +Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;</span><br /> +Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But spare his "Highland Mary"!</span><br /> +1355<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Lines on Burns</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poppies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1356" id="Quote1356" /> +As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,<br /> +Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,—<br /> +So sinks the youth.<br /> +1356<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. viii., Line 371.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Popularity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1357" id="Quote1357" /> +O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:<br /> +And that, which would appear offence in us,<br /> +His countenance, like richest alchymy,<br /> +Will change to virtue and to worthiness.<br /> +1357<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1358" id="Quote1358" /> +Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd,<br /> +And paid the salutations of the crowd.<br /> +1358<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Palamon and Arcite,</i> Bk. iii., Line 689.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Possession.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1359" id="Quote1359" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What we have we prize not to the worth,</span><br /> +Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,<br /> +Why then we rack the value, then we find<br /> +The virtue that possession would not show us<br /> +Whiles it was ours.<br /> +1359<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1360" id="Quote1360" /> +Possession means to sit astride of the world,<br /> +Instead of having it astride of you.<br /> +1360<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poverty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1361" id="Quote1361" /> +My poverty, but not my will, consents.<br /> +1361<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1362" id="Quote1362" /> +If we from wealth to poverty descend,<br /> +Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.<br /> +1362<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Wife of Bath,</i> Line 485.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1363" id="Quote1363" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Most wretched men</span><br /> +Are cradled into poetry by wrong.<br /> +They learn in suffering what they teach in song.<br /> +1363<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Julian and Maddalo.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1364" id="Quote1364" /> +In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,<br /> +And poverty stood smiling in my sight.<br /> +1364<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xvii., Line 505.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Power.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1365" id="Quote1365" /> +What can power give more than food and drink,<br /> +To live at ease, and not be bound to think?<br /> +1365<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Medal,</i> Line 235.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1366" id="Quote1366" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The good old rule</span><br /> +Sufficeth them, the simple plan,<br /> +That they should take who have the power,<br /> +And they should keep who can.<br /> +1366<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Rob Roy's Grave.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prairie.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1367" id="Quote1367" /> +Far in the East like low-hung clouds<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waving woodlands lie;</span><br /> +Far in the West the glowing plain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Melts warmly in the sky.</span><br /> +No accent wounds the reverent air,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No footprint dints the sod,—</span><br /> +Low in the light the prairie lies<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rapt in a dream of God.</span><br /> +1367<br /> +JOHN HAY: <i>The Prairie.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Praise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1368" id="Quote1368" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Praising what is lost,</span><br /> +Makes the remembrance dear.<br /> +1368<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1369" id="Quote1369" /> +Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,<br /> +And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.<br /> +1369<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 201.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prayer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1370" id="Quote1370" /> +Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,<br /> +But still remember what the Lord hath done.<br /> +1370<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1371" id="Quote1371" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">If by prayer</span><br /> +Incessant I could hope to change the will<br /> +Of him who all things can, I would not cease<br /> +To weary him with my assiduous cries;<br /> +But prayer against his absolute decree<br /> +No more avails than breath against the wind<br /> +Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:<br /> +Therefore to his great bidding I submit.<br /> +1371<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. xi., Line 307.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1372" id="Quote1372" /> +He prayeth best who loveth best<br /> +All things both great and small;<br /> +For the dear God who loveth us,<br /> +He made and loveth all.<br /> +1372<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. vii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1373" id="Quote1373" /> +God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,<br /> +And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,<br /> +A gauntlet with a gift in 't.<br /> +1373<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1374" id="Quote1374" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">More things are wrought by prayer</span><br /> +Than this world dreams of.<br /> +1374<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Morte d'Arthur,</i> Line 247.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Preaching.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1375" id="Quote1375" /> +I preached as never sure to preach again,<br /> +And as a dying man to dying men.<br /> +1375<br /> +RICHARD BAXTER: <i>Love Breathing Thanks and Praise.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Present.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1376" id="Quote1376" /> +The Present, the Present is all thou hast<br /> +For thy sure possessing;<br /> +Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast<br /> +Till it gives its blessing.<br /> +1376<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>My Soul and I,</i> St. 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Press.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1377" id="Quote1377" /> +Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,<br /> +Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain.<br /> +1377<br /> +JOSEPH STORY: <i>Motto of the "Salem Register."</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pride.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1378" id="Quote1378" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Pride hath no other glass</span><br /> +To show itself, but pride; for supple knees<br /> +Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.<br /> +1378<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Troil. and Cress.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1379" id="Quote1379" /> +And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is pride that apes humility.</span><br /> +1379<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Devil's Thoughts.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Priest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1380" id="Quote1380" /> +No nightly trance or breathèd spell<br /> +Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.<br /> +1380<br /> +MILTON: <i>Hymn on Christ's Nativity,</i> Line 173.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Primrose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1381" id="Quote1381" /> +A primrose by a river's brim<br /> +A yellow primrose was to him,<br /> +And it was nothing more.<br /> +1381<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Peter Bell,</i> Pt. i., St. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Printing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1382" id="Quote1382" /> +Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind<br /> +To stamp a lasting image of the mind!<br /> +1382<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Library,</i> Line 69.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1383" id="Quote1383" /> +Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so."<br /> +Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No."<br /> +1383<br /> +BUNYAN: <i>Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prison.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1384" id="Quote1384" /> +Stone walls do not a prison make,<br /> +Nor iron bars a cage;<br /> +Minds innocent and quiet, take<br /> +That for an hermitage.<br /> +1384<br /> +LOVELACE: <i>To Althea, from Prison,</i> iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Procrastination.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1385" id="Quote1385" /> +Procrastination is the thief of time:<br /> +Year after year it steals, till all are fled,<br /> +And to the mercies of a moment leaves<br /> +The vast concerns of an eternal scene.<br /> +1385<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 393.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prodigies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1386" id="Quote1386" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">When these prodigies</span><br /> +Do so conjointly meet, let not men say<br /> +"These are their reasons,—They are natural;"<br /> +For, I believe, they are portentous things<br /> +Unto the climate that they point upon.<br /> +1386<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Progress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1387" id="Quote1387" /> +Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,<br /> +And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.<br /> +1387<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 69.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Promise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1388" id="Quote1388" /> +And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,<br /> +That palter with us in a double sense:<br /> +That keep the word of promise to our ear<br /> +And break it to our hope.<br /> +1388<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Proof.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1389" id="Quote1389" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Give me the ocular proof;</span><br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it,<br /> +That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,<br /> +To hang a doubt on.<br /> +1389<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prophecy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1390" id="Quote1390" /> +Coming events cast their shadows before.<br /> +1390<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Lochiel's Warning.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1391" id="Quote1391" /> +Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,<br /> +The evening beam that smiles the cloud away,<br /> +And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!<br /> +1391<br /> +BYRON: <i>Bride of Ab.,</i> Canto ii., St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1392" id="Quote1392" /> +And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,<br /> +It is not poetry, but prose run mad.<br /> +1392<br /> +POPE: <i>Prol. to Satires,</i> Line 186.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1393" id="Quote1393" /> +And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.<br /> +1393<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iv., Line 514.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Proselytes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1394" id="Quote1394" /> +The greatest saints and sinners have been made<br /> +Of proselytes of one another's trade.<br /> +1394<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Misc. Thoughts,</i> Line 315.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prospects.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1395" id="Quote1395" /> +As distant prospects please us, but when near<br /> +We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.<br /> +1395<br /> +SAMUEL GARTH: <i>Dispensatory,</i> Canto iii., Line 27.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prosperity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1396" id="Quote1396" /> +Prosperity's the very bond of love;<br /> +Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together<br /> +Affliction alters.<br /> +1396<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Wint. Tale,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1397" id="Quote1397" /> +Surer to prosper than prosperity<br /> +Could have assured us.<br /> +1397<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 39.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Providence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1398" id="Quote1398" /> +There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.<br /> +1398<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1399" id="Quote1399" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What in me is dark</span><br /> +Illumine, what is low raise and support;<br /> +That, to the height of this great argument,<br /> +I may assert Eternal Providence<br /> +And justify the ways of God to men.<br /> +1399<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 22.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1400" id="Quote1400" /> +Who finds not Providence all good and wise,<br /> +Alike in what it gives, and what denies?<br /> +1400<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 205.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1401" id="Quote1401" /> +'T is Providence alone secures<br /> +In every change both mine and yours.<br /> +1401<br /> +COWPER: <i>A Fable. Moral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prudence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1402" id="Quote1402" /> +Henceforth His might we know, and know our own,<br /> +So as not either to provoke, or dread<br /> +New war, provoked.<br /> +1402<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 643.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1403" id="Quote1403" /> +Where passion leads or prudence points the way.<br /> +1403<br /> +ROBERT LOWTH: <i>Choice of Hercules,</i> i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prudery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1404" id="Quote1404" /> +Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show<br /> +She might be young some forty years ago,<br /> +Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips,<br /> +Her head erect, her fan upon her lips,<br /> +Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray<br /> +To watch yon amorous couple in their play,<br /> +With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies<br /> +The rude inclemency of wintry skies,<br /> +And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs,<br /> +Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers.<br /> +1404<br /> +COWPER: <i>Truth,</i> Line 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pulpit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1405" id="Quote1405" /> +And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,<br /> +Was beat with fist instead of a stick.<br /> +1405<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Punishment.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1406" id="Quote1406" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Back to thy punishment,</span><br /> +False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings.<br /> +1406<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 699.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1407" id="Quote1407" /> +'Tis said the lion will turn and flee<br /> +From a maid in the pride of her purity.<br /> +1407<br /> +BYRON: <i>Siege of Corinth,</i> St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purpose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1408" id="Quote1408" /> +Make thick my blood,<br /> +Stop up the access and passage to remorse;<br /> +That no compunctious visitings of nature<br /> +Shake my fell purpose.<br /> +1408<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Purse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1409" id="Quote1409" /> +Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;<br /> +'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands.<br /> +1409<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pygmies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1410" id="Quote1410" /> +Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;<br /> +And pyramids are pyramids in vales.<br /> +1410<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night vi., Line 309.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Q" id="Alphabet_Q" /> +<h2>Q.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quacks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1411" id="Quote1411" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Out, you impostors!</span><br /> +Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!—your skill<br /> +Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.<br /> +1411<br /> +MASSINGER: <i>Virgin-Martyr,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1412" id="Quote1412" /> +Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,<br /> +The daring tribe compound their boasted trash—<br /> +Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill:<br /> +All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.<br /> +1412<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Borough,</i> Letter vii., Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quakers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1413" id="Quote1413" /> +Upright Quakers please both man and God.<br /> +1413<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 208.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1414" id="Quote1414" /> +The Quaker loves an ample brim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A hat that bows to no salaam;</span><br /> +And dear the beaver is to him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if it never made a dam.</span><br /> +1414<br /> +HOOD: <i>All Round my Hat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quarrels.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1415" id="Quote1415" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Beware</span><br /> +Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,<br /> +Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee:<br /> +1415<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1416" id="Quote1416" /> +They who in quarrels interpose,<br /> +Must often wipe a bloody nose.<br /> +1416<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 34.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Queen.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1417" id="Quote1417" /> +She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.<br /> +1417<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. iii., Line 208.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quickness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1418" id="Quote1418" /> +With too much quickness ever to be taught;<br /> +With too much thinking to have common thought.<br /> +1418<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quiet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1419" id="Quote1419" /> +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.<br /> +1419<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 42.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1420" id="Quote1420" /> +Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.<br /> +1420<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>The Cathedral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1421" id="Quote1421" /> +Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,<br /> +Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.<br /> +1421<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 25.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Quotation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1422" id="Quote1422" /> +The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.<br /> +1422<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1423" id="Quote1423" /> +Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations<br /> +By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations.<br /> +1423<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 103.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_R" id="Alphabet_R" /> +<h2>R.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Race.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1424" id="Quote1424" /> +He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;<br /> +No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.<br /> +1424<br /> +RICHARD SAVAGE: <i>The Bastard,</i> Line 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1425" id="Quote1425" /> +Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire<br /> +1425<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Alex. Feast,</i> Line 160.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1426" id="Quote1426" /> +For the rain it raineth every day.<br /> +1426<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1427" id="Quote1427" /> +How beautiful is the rain!<br /> +After the dust and heat,<br /> +In the broad and fiery street,<br /> +In the narrow lane,<br /> +How beautiful is the rain!<br /> +1427<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Rain in Summer,</i> Sts. 1 and 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1428" id="Quote1428" /> +The rain comes when the wind calls.<br /> +1428<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Woodnotes,</i> Pt. ii., Line 271.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1429" id="Quote1429" /> +In winter, when the dismal rain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Came down in slanting lines.</span><br /> +1429<br /> +ALEXANDER SMITH: <i>A Life Drama,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rainbow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1430" id="Quote1430" /> +Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er<br /> +Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;<br /> +Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers<br /> +Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;<br /> +And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown<br /> +My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,<br /> +Rich scarf to my proud earth.<br /> +1430<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1431" id="Quote1431" /> +That gracious thing made up of tears and light.<br /> +1431<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Two Founts,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1432" id="Quote1432" /> +The rainbow comes and goes,<br /> +And lovely is the rose.<br /> +1432<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1433" id="Quote1433" /> +There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:<br /> +We know her woof, her texture; she is given<br /> +In the dull catalogue of common things.<br /> +Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.<br /> +1433<br /> +KEATS: <i>Lamia,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rank.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1434" id="Quote1434" /> +Superior worth your rank requires:<br /> +For that, mankind reveres your sires;<br /> +If you degenerate from your race,<br /> +Their merits heighten your disgrace.<br /> +1434<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. ii, Fable 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1435" id="Quote1435" /> +The rank is but the guinea stamp,<br /> +The man's the gowd for a' that.<br /> +1435<br /> +BURNS: <i>For a' That and a' That.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Raptures.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1436" id="Quote1436" /> +If such there breathe, go, mark him well!<br /> +For him no minstrel raptures swell.<br /> +1436<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rashness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1437" id="Quote1437" /> +Where men of judgment creep and feel their way,<br /> +The positive pronounce without dismay.<br /> +1437<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 145.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1438" id="Quote1438" /> +One more unfortunate<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weary of breath,</span><br /> +Rashly importunate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gone to her death.</span><br /> +1438<br /> +HOOD: <i>The Bridge of Sighs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reading.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1439" id="Quote1439" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Many books,</span><br /> +Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads<br /> +Incessantly, and to his reading brings not<br /> +A spirit and judgment equal or superior,<br /> +Uncertain and unsettled still remains—<br /> +Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself.<br /> +1439<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 321.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1440" id="Quote1440" /> +When the last reader reads no more.<br /> +1440<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>The Last Reader.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1441" id="Quote1441" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Stuff the head</span><br /> +With all such reading as was never read:<br /> +For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it.<br /> +1441<br /> +POPE: <i>Dunciad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Realms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1442" id="Quote1442" /> +These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—<br /> +Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.<br /> +1442<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reason.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1443" id="Quote1443" /> +I have no other but a woman's reason;<br /> +I think him so, because I think him so.<br /> +1443<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1444" id="Quote1444" /> +Reason raise o'er instinct as you can,<br /> +In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man.<br /> +1444<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iii., Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1445" id="Quote1445" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I would make</span><br /> +Reason my guide.<br /> +1445<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1446" id="Quote1446" /> +The confidence of reason give,<br /> +And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!<br /> +1446<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1447" id="Quote1447" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Indu'd</span><br /> +With sanctity of reason.<br /> +1447<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 507.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebellion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1448" id="Quote1448" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Their weapons only</span><br /> +Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,<br /> +This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,<br /> +As fish are in a pond.<br /> +1448<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1449" id="Quote1449" /> +Rebellion now began, for lack<br /> +Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack.<br /> +1449<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebuff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1450" id="Quote1450" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then welcome each rebuff</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That turns earth's smoothness rough,</span><br /> +Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go!<br /> +1450<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Rabbi Ben Ezra.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rebuke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1451" id="Quote1451" /> +Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady<br /> +So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,<br /> +And strokes death to her.<br /> +1451<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reckoning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1452" id="Quote1452" /> +So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,<br /> +The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more.<br /> +1452<br /> +GAY: <i>What D' ye Call It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Recollection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1453" id="Quote1453" /> +How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,<br /> +When fond recollection presents them to view.<br /> +1453<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Old Oaken Bucket.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reconciliation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1454" id="Quote1454" /> +Never can true reconcilement grow,<br /> +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.<br /> +1454<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 98.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Records.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1455" id="Quote1455" /> +In records that defy the tooth of time.<br /> +1455<br /> +YOUNG: <i>The Statesman's Creed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Recreation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1456" id="Quote1456" /> +Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue<br /> +But moody and dull melancholy,<br /> +Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,<br /> +And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop<br /> +Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?<br /> +1456<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1457" id="Quote1457" /> +Of recreation there is none<br /> +So free as Fishing is alone;<br /> +All other pastimes do no less<br /> +Than mind and body both possess:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My hand alone my work can do,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So I can fish and study too.</span><br /> +1457<br /> +IZAAK WALTON: <i>The Complete Angler.</i> <i>The Angler's Song.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Redress.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1458" id="Quote1458" /> +What need we any spur but our own cause<br /> +To prick us to redress.<br /> +1458<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reflection.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1459" id="Quote1459" /> +Remembrance and reflection how allied!<br /> +What thin partitions sense from thought divide!<br /> +1459<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 225.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reformation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1460" id="Quote1460" /> +'Tis the talent of our English nation,<br /> +Still to be plotting some new Reformation.<br /> +1460<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Sophonisba,</i> Prologue.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Regret.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1461" id="Quote1461" /> +O last regret, regret can die!<br /> +1461<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> lxxviii., St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1462" id="Quote1462" /> +Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.<br /> +Oh death in life, the days that are no more!<br /> +1462<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Religion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1463" id="Quote1463" /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">In Religion</span><br /> +What damned error, but some sober brow<br /> +Will bless it, and approve it with a text,<br /> +Hiding the grossness with fair ornament.<br /> +1463<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1464" id="Quote1464" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Religion is a spring,</span><br /> +That from some secret, golden mine<br /> +Derives her birth, and thence doth bring<br /> +Cordials in every drop, and wine.<br /> +1464<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>Religion.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1465" id="Quote1465" /> +Religion crowns the statesman and the man,<br /> +Sole source of public and of private peace.<br /> +1465<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Public Situation of the Kingdom,</i> Line 500.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1466" id="Quote1466" /> +Pity Religion has so seldom found<br /> +A skilful guide into poetic ground!<br /> +1466<br /> +COWPER: <i>Table Talk,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1467" id="Quote1467" /> +Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,<br /> +Ready to pass to the American strand.<br /> +1467<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Militant.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remedies.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1468" id="Quote1468" /> +Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,<br /> +Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky<br /> +Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull<br /> +Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.<br /> +1468<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remembrance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1469" id="Quote1469" /> +The setting sun, and music at the close,<br /> +As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,<br /> +Writ in remembrance more than things long past.<br /> +1469<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1470" id="Quote1470" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Praising what is lost,</span><br /> +Makes the remembrance dear.<br /> +1470<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>All 's Well,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1471" id="Quote1471" /> +I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot.<br /> +1471<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night iv., Line 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1472" id="Quote1472" /> +I remember, I remember,<br /> +The fir trees dark and high:<br /> +I used to think their slender tops<br /> +Were close against the sky;<br /> +It was a childish ignorance,<br /> +But now 'tis little joy<br /> +To know I'm farther off from heaven<br /> +Than when I was a boy.<br /> +1472<br /> +HOOD: <i>I Remember, I Remember.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Remorse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1473" id="Quote1473" /> +Remorse is as the heart in which it grows,<br /> +If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews<br /> +Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,<br /> +It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost,<br /> +Weeps only tears of poison.<br /> +1473<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Remorse,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Renown.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1474" id="Quote1474" /> +Short is my date, but deathless my renown.<br /> +1474<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. ix., Line 535.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repartee.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1475" id="Quote1475" /> +A man renown'd for repartee<br /> +Will seldom scruple to make free<br /> +With friendship's finest feeling,<br /> +Will thrust a dagger at your breast,<br /> +And say he wounded you in jest,<br /> +By way of balm for healing.<br /> +1475<br /> +COWPER: <i>Friendship,</i> Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repentance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1476" id="Quote1476" /> +Who by repentance is not satisfied<br /> +Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased;<br /> +By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased.<br /> +1476<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1477" id="Quote1477" /> +Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long!<br /> +1477<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Lay of the Bell,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1478" id="Quote1478" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Repentance is the weight</span><br /> +Of indigested meals eat yesterday.<br /> +1478<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1479" id="Quote1479" /> +Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears<br /> +Her snaky crest.<br /> +1479<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 996.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Repose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1480" id="Quote1480" /> +The best of men have ever loved repose:<br /> +They hate to mingle in the filthy fray,<br /> +Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows,<br /> +Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day.<br /> +1480<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Castle of Indolence,</i> Canto i., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1481" id="Quote1481" /> +Her suffering ended with the day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet lived she at its close,</span><br /> +And breathed the long, long night away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In statue-like repose.</span><br /> +1481<br /> +JAMES ALDRICH: <i>A Death-Bed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reproof.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1482" id="Quote1482" /> +Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;<br /> +Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.<br /> +1482<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. iii., Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1483" id="Quote1483" /> +Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.<br /> +1483<br /> +LOVER: <i>Rory O'More.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reputation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1484" id="Quote1484" /> +The purest treasure mortal times afford,<br /> +Is spotless reputation; that away,<br /> +Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.<br /> +1484<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1485" id="Quote1485" /> +At every word a reputation dies.<br /> +1485<br /> +POPE: <i>R. of the Lock,</i> Canto iii., Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Resignation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1486" id="Quote1486" /> +But Heaven hath a hand in these events;<br /> +To whose high will we bound our calm contents.<br /> +1486<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1487" id="Quote1487" /> +While Resignation gently slopes away,<br /> +And all his prospects brightening to the last,<br /> +His heaven commences ere the world be past.<br /> +1487<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 110.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Resolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1488" id="Quote1488" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">The native hue of resolution</span><br /> +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;<br /> +And enterprises of great pith and moment,<br /> +With this regard, their currents turn awry,<br /> +And lose the name of action.<br /> +1488<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Respect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1489" id="Quote1489" /> +You have too much respect upon the world:<br /> +They lose it, that do buy it with much care.<br /> +1489<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rest.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1490" id="Quote1490" /> +Who with a body filled and vacant mind<br /> +Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.<br /> +1490<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1491" id="Quote1491" /> +Rest is sweet after strife.<br /> +1491<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1492" id="Quote1492" /> +For too much rest itself becomes a pain.<br /> +1492<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xv., Line 429.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Results.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1493" id="Quote1493" /> +Who soweth good seed shall surely reap;<br /> +The year grows rich as it groweth old;<br /> +And life's latest sands are its sands of gold.<br /> +1493<br /> +JULIA C.R. DORR: <i>To the Bouquet Club.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Retirement.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1494" id="Quote1494" /> +Retiring from the popular noise, I seek<br /> +This unfrequented place to find some ease.<br /> +1494<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1495" id="Quote1495" /> +O blest retirement, friend to life's decline,<br /> +Retreats from care that never must be mine,<br /> +How happy he who crowns, in shades like these,<br /> +A youth of labor, with an age of ease;<br /> +Who quits a world where strong temptations try,<br /> +And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly.<br /> +1495<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 97.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Retreat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1496" id="Quote1496" /> +In all the trade of war, no feat<br /> +Is nobler than a brave retreat;<br /> +For those that run away, and fly,<br /> +Take place at least of the enemy.<br /> +1496<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revelry.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1497" id="Quote1497" /> +Midnight shout and revelry,<br /> +Tipsy dance and jollity.<br /> +1497<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 103.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1498" id="Quote1498" /> +There was a sound of revelry by night,<br /> +And Belgium's capital had gather'd then<br /> +Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright<br /> +The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.<br /> +1498<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revenge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1499" id="Quote1499" /> +And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,<br /> +With Até by his side, come hot from hell,<br /> +Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,<br /> +Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war.<br /> +1499<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1500" id="Quote1500" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Revenge, at first though sweet,</span><br /> +Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.<br /> +1500<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 171.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1501" id="Quote1501" /> +Vengeance to God alone belongs;<br /> +But, when I think of all my wrongs,<br /> +My blood is liquid flame.<br /> +1501<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Reverence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1502" id="Quote1502" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Let the air strike our tune,</span><br /> +Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.<br /> +1502<br /> +MIDDLETON: <i>The Witch,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Revolution.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1503" id="Quote1503" /> +There is great talk of revolution,<br /> +And a great chance of despotism,<br /> +German soldiers, camps, confusion,<br /> +Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion,<br /> +Gin, suicide, and Methodism.<br /> +1503<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Peter Bell the Third, Hell,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhetoric.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1504" id="Quote1504" /> +For Rhetoric, he could not ope<br /> +His mouth, but out there flew a trope.<br /> +1504<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1505" id="Quote1505" /> +Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,<br /> +That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.<br /> +1505<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 790.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1506" id="Quote1506" /> +The castled crag of Drachenfels<br /> +Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.<br /> +1506<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 55.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1507" id="Quote1507" /> +The river Rhine, it is well known,<br /> +Doth wash your city of Cologne;<br /> +But tell me, nymphs! what power divine<br /> +Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?<br /> +1507<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Cologne.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rhyme.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1508" id="Quote1508" /> +Still may syllables jar with time,<br /> +Still may reason war with rhyme.<br /> +1508<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1509" id="Quote1509" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">He knew</span><br /> +Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.<br /> +1509<br /> +MILTON: <i>Lycidas,</i> Line 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1510" id="Quote1510" /> +For rhyme the rudder is of verses,<br /> +With which, like ships, they steer their courses.<br /> +1510<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Riches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1511" id="Quote1511" /> +Infinite riches in a little room.<br /> +1511<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>The Jew of Malta,</i> Act i.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1512" id="Quote1512" /> +Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,<br /> +The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt<br /> +To slacken virtue, and abate her edge,<br /> +Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.<br /> +1512<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk ii., Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ridicule.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1513" id="Quote1513" /> +Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind;<br /> +But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh.<br /> +1513<br /> +TUPPER: <i>Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1514" id="Quote1514" /> +Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,<br /> +And the sad burden of some merry song.<br /> +1514<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Right.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1515" id="Quote1515" /> +But 't was a maxim he had often tried,<br /> +That right was right, and there he would abide.<br /> +1515<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales:</i> Tale xv., <i>The Squire and the Priest.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1516" id="Quote1516" /> +For right is right, since God is God,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And right the day must win;</span><br /> +To doubt would be disloyalty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To falter would be sin.</span><br /> +1516<br /> +FREDERICK W. FABER: <i>The Right Must Win.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1517" id="Quote1517" /> +And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,<br /> +One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.<br /> +1517<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. i., Line 289.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rivers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1518" id="Quote1518" /> +By shallow rivers, to whose falls<br /> +Melodious birds sing madrigals.<br /> +1518<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1519" id="Quote1519" /> +See the rivers, how they run,<br /> +Changeless to the changeless sea.<br /> +1519<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>Saint's Tragedy,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1520" id="Quote1520" /> +The river glideth at his own sweet will.<br /> +1520<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Earth has not anything to show more fair.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Robbery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1521" id="Quote1521" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll example you with thievery:</span><br /> +The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction<br /> +Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,<br /> +And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;<br /> +The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves<br /> +The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,<br /> +That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen<br /> +From general excrement: each thing's a thief.<br /> +1521<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rock.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1522" id="Quote1522" /> +Better to sink beneath the shock<br /> +Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.<br /> +1522<br /> +BYRON: <i>Giaour,</i> Line 969.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1523" id="Quote1523" /> +Rock of Ages, cleft for me,<br /> +Let me hide myself in thee.<br /> +1523<br /> +TOPLADY: <i>Salvation through Christ.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1524" id="Quote1524" /> +Come one, come all! this rock shall fly<br /> +From its firm base as soon as I.<br /> +1524<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto v., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rod.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1525" id="Quote1525" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">His rod revers'd,</span><br /> +And backward mutters of dissevering power.<br /> +1525<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 816.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1526" id="Quote1526" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A light to guide, a rod</span><br /> +To check the erring, and reprove.<br /> +1526<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Roman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1527" id="Quote1527" /> +I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,<br /> +Than such a Roman.<br /> +1527<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1528" id="Quote1528" /> +This was the noblest Roman of them all.<br /> +1528<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Romance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1529" id="Quote1529" /> +Romances paint at full length people's wooings,<br /> +But only give a bust of marriages.<br /> +1529<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1530" id="Quote1530" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lady of the Mere,</span><br /> +Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.<br /> +1530<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rome.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1531" id="Quote1531" /> +To the glory that was Greece<br /> +And the grandeur that was Rome.<br /> +1531<br /> +EDGAR A. POE: <i>To Helen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rose.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1532" id="Quote1532" /> +At Christmas I no more desire a rose<br /> +Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;<br /> +But like of each thing that in season grows.<br /> +1532<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1533" id="Quote1533" /> +The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,<br /> +For that sweet odor which doth in it live.<br /> +1533<br /> +SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1534" id="Quote1534" /> +You love the roses—so do I. I wish<br /> +The sky would rain down roses, as they rain<br /> +From off the shaken bush.<br /> +1534<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1535" id="Quote1535" /> +As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.<br /> +1535<br /> +KEATS: <i>Eve of St. Agnes,</i> St. 27.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1536" id="Quote1536" /> +The rose saith in the dewy morn,<br /> +I am most fair;<br /> +Yet all my loveliness is born<br /> +Upon a thorn.<br /> +1536<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Consider the Lilies of the Field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1537" id="Quote1537" /> +Strew on her roses, roses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never a spray of yew!</span><br /> +In quiet she reposes;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, would that I did too.</span><br /> +1537<br /> +MATTHEW ARNOLD: <i>Requiescat.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rousseau.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1538" id="Quote1538" /> +The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,<br /> +The apostle of affliction—he, who threw<br /> +Enchantment over passion, and from woe<br /> +Wrung overwhelming eloquence.<br /> +1538<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 77.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Royalty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1539" id="Quote1539" /> +O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate!<br /> +Greatness misnamed, in misery only great!<br /> +Could men but know the endless woe it brings,<br /> +The wise would die before they would be Kings.<br /> +Think what a King must do!<br /> +1539<br /> +R.H. STODDARD: <i>The King's Bell.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1540" id="Quote1540" /> +Where my high steeples whilom used to stand,<br /> +On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,<br /> +There now is but an heap of lime and sand,<br /> +For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.<br /> +1540<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Ruins of Time,</i> Line 127.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1541" id="Quote1541" /> +On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,<br /> +His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.<br /> +1541<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 385.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1542" id="Quote1542" /> +The day shall come, that great avenging day<br /> +Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,<br /> +When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,<br /> +And one prodigious ruin swallow all.<br /> +1542<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. iv., Line 196.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruling Passions.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1543" id="Quote1543" /> +In men, we various Ruling Passions find;<br /> +In women, two almost divide the kind;<br /> +Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey,<br /> +The love of pleasure and the love of sway.<br /> +1543<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rumor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1544" id="Quote1544" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Rumor is a pipe</span><br /> +Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;<br /> +And of so easy and so plain a stop<br /> +That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,<br /> +The still-discordant wavering multitude,<br /> +Can play upon it.<br /> +1544<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry IV.,</i> Pt. ii., Induction.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rural Life.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1545" id="Quote1545" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of men</span><br /> +The happiest he, who far from public rage,<br /> +Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired,<br /> +Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.<br /> +1545<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 1132.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_S" id="Alphabet_S" /> +<h2>S.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sabbath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1546" id="Quote1546" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The Sabbath bell,</span><br /> +That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell<br /> +Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy<br /> +With sounds most musical, most melancholy.<br /> +1546<br /> +ROGERS: <i>Human Life,</i> Line 515.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1547" id="Quote1547" /> +Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure<br /> +He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!<br /> +1547<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1548" id="Quote1548" /> +E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.<br /> +1548<br /> +POPE: <i>Epis. to Arbuthnot,</i> Line 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1549" id="Quote1549" /> +Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,<br /> +Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.<br /> +1549<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Spanish Friar,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1550" id="Quote1550" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Sabbath brings its kind release,</span><br /> +And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace.<br /> +1550<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>A Rhymed Lesson,</i> Line 229.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1551" id="Quote1551" /> +Take the Sunday with you through the week,<br /> +And sweeten with it all the other days.<br /> +1551<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sailors.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1552" id="Quote1552" /> +Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,<br /> +Ready with every nod to tumble down.<br /> +1552<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1553" id="Quote1553" /> +O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold<br /> +The winds and waves that wake or sleep,<br /> +Thy tender arms of mercy fold<br /> +Around the seamen on the deep.<br /> +1553<br /> +HANNAH F. GOULD: <i>Changes on the Deep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1554" id="Quote1554" /> +Messmates, hear a brother sailor<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sing the dangers of the sea.</span><br /> +1554<br /> +GEORGE A. STEVENS: <i>The Storm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sails.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1555" id="Quote1555" /> +Purple the sails, and so perfumed that<br /> +The winds were love-sick with them.<br /> +1555<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1556" id="Quote1556" /> +He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea<br /> +Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight;<br /> +When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,<br /> +The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight;<br /> +Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,<br /> +The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,<br /> +The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,<br /> +The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,<br /> +So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow.<br /> +1556<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Saints.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1557" id="Quote1557" /> +And now the saints began their reign,<br /> +For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain,<br /> +And felt such bowel-hankerings,<br /> +To see an empire, all of kings.<br /> +1557<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1558" id="Quote1558" /> +For virtue's self may too much zeal be had;<br /> +The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.<br /> +1558<br /> +POPE: Satire iv., Line 26.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1559" id="Quote1559" /> +There is a land of pure delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where saints immortal reign.</span><br /> +1559<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1560" id="Quote1560" /> +Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;<br /> +And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.<br /> +1560<br /> +TICKELL: <i>On the Death of Mr. Addison,</i> Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1561" id="Quote1561" /> +That saints will aid if men will call;<br /> +For the blue sky bends over all.<br /> +1561<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>Christabel,</i> Conclusion to Pt. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salt.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1562" id="Quote1562" /> +Alas! you know the cause too well;<br /> +The salt is spilt, to me it fell.<br /> +1562<br /> +GAY: <i>Fables,</i> Pt. i., Fable 37.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1563" id="Quote1563" /> +Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge,<br /> +Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge,<br /> +Makes even contending tribes in peace unite,<br /> +And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight.<br /> +1563<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto ii, St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1564" id="Quote1564" /> +Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.<br /> +1564<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xi., Line 153.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salvation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1565" id="Quote1565" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">About some act</span><br /> +That has no relish of salvation in 't.<br /> +1565<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1566" id="Quote1566" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Therefore, Jew,</span><br /> +Though justice be thy plea, consider this,<br /> +That in the course of justice none of us<br /> +Should see salvation.<br /> +1566<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sands.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1567" id="Quote1567" /> +Come unto these yellow sands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And then take hands;</span><br /> +Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The wild waves whist.</span><br /> +1567<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1568" id="Quote1568" /> +Here are sand, ignoble things,<br /> +Dropt from the ruined sides of kings.<br /> +1568<br /> +BEAUMONT: <i>On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1569" id="Quote1569" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">To whom the arch-enemy,</span><br /> +And thence in heaven call'd Satan,—with bold words<br /> +Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.<br /> +1569<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 81.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1570" id="Quote1570" /> +For Satan finds some mischief still<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For idle hands to do.</span><br /> +1570<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1571" id="Quote1571" /> +And Satan trembles when he sees<br /> +The weakest saint upon his knees.<br /> +1571<br /> +COWPER: <i>Exhortation to Prayer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satiety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1572" id="Quote1572" /> +They surfeited with honey; and began<br /> +To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little<br /> +More than a little is by much too much.<br /> +1572<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1573" id="Quote1573" /> +With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe,<br /> +And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.<br /> +1573<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Satire.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1574" id="Quote1574" /> +Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet<br /> +To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet;<br /> +I only wear it in a land of Hectors,<br /> +Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.<br /> +1574<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Line 69.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1575" id="Quote1575" /> +Prepare for rhyme—I'll publish, right or wrong;<br /> +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.<br /> +1575<br /> +BYRON: <i>Eng. Bards,</i> Line 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1576" id="Quote1576" /> +In general satire, every man perceives<br /> +A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.<br /> +1576<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Advice,</i> Line 244.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Savage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1577" id="Quote1577" /> +I am as free as Nature first made man,<br /> +Ere the base laws of servitude began,<br /> +When wild in woods the noble savage ran.<br /> +1577<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Conquest of Granada,</i> Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scandal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1578" id="Quote1578" /> +For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.<br /> +1578<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Lucrece,</i> Line 1006.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1579" id="Quote1579" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">You know</span><br /> +That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,<br /> +And after scandal them.<br /> +1579<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1580" id="Quote1580" /> +The whole court melted into one wide whisper,<br /> +And all lips were applied unto all ears!<br /> +The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper<br /> +As they beheld; the younger cast some leers<br /> +On one another, and each lovely lisper<br /> +Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears<br /> +Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye<br /> +Of all the standing army that stood by.<br /> +1580<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ix., St. 78<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1581" id="Quote1581" /> +He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.<br /> +1581<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1582" id="Quote1582" /> +Gashed with honorable scars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Low in Glory's lap they lie.</span><br /> +1582<br /> +JAMES MONTGOMERY: <i>Battle of Alexandria.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scenes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1583" id="Quote1583" /> +For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,<br /> +Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise.<br /> +1583<br /> +ADDISON: <i>A Letter from Italy.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scepticism.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1584" id="Quote1584" /> +Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse,<br /> +One hopeless, dark idolater of chance,<br /> +Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd,<br /> +The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind;<br /> +Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust,<br /> +In joyless union wedded to the dust,<br /> +Could all his parting energy dismiss,<br /> +And call this barren world sufficient bliss?<br /> +1584<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 295.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1585" id="Quote1585" /> +Whatever sceptic could inquire for,<br /> +For every why he had a wherefore.<br /> +1585<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sceptre.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1586" id="Quote1586" /> +His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,<br /> +The attribute to awe and majesty,<br /> +Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.<br /> +1586<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scholar.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1587" id="Quote1587" /> +He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;<br /> +Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;<br /> +Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,<br /> +But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.<br /> +1587<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1588" id="Quote1588" /> +His locked, lettered, braw brass collar<br /> +Showed him the gentleman and scholar.<br /> +1588<br /> +BURNS: <i>The Twa Dogs</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1589" id="Quote1589" /> +The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.<br /> +1589<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 356.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>School.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1590" id="Quote1590" /> +And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br /> +And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br /> +Unwillingly to school.<br /> +1590<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1591" id="Quote1591" /> +Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,<br /> +With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,<br /> +There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,<br /> +The village master taught his little school;<br /> +A man severe he was, and stern to view,—<br /> +I knew him well, and every truant knew;<br /> +Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace<br /> +The day's disasters in his morning face.<br /> +1591<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Science.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1592" id="Quote1592" /> +Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;<br /> +First strip off all her equipage of pride;<br /> +Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,<br /> +Or learning's luxury, or idleness;<br /> +Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,<br /> +Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;<br /> +Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts<br /> +Of all our vices have created arts;<br /> +Then see how little the remaining sum<br /> +Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.<br /> +1592<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 43.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1593" id="Quote1593" /> +O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,<br /> +To waft us home the message of despair?<br /> +1593<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 325.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1594" id="Quote1594" /> +Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.<br /> +1594<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1595" id="Quote1595" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Alas! to make me</span><br /> +The fixed figure of the time, for scorn<br /> +To point his slow and moving finger at.<br /> +1595<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1596" id="Quote1596" /> +So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,<br /> +Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!<br /> +1596<br /> +BYRON: <i>Curse of Minerva,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1597" id="Quote1597" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">He hears,</span><br /> +On all sides, from innumerable tongues,<br /> +A dismal universal hiss, the sound<br /> +Of public scorn.<br /> +1597<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. x., Line 506.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scotland.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1598" id="Quote1598" /> +Stands Scotland where it did?<br /> +1598<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1599" id="Quote1599" /> +O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!<br /> +For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!<br /> +Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil<br /> +Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.<br /> +1599<br /> +BURNS: <i>Cotter's Saturday Night,</i> St. 20.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1600" id="Quote1600" /> +It was a' for our rightfu' King<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We left fair Scotland's strand.</span><br /> +1600<br /> +BURNS: <i>A' for our Rightfu' King.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scribblers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1601" id="Quote1601" /> +Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,<br /> +The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.<br /> +1601<br /> +BYRON: <i>English Bards,</i> Line 43.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scripture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1602" id="Quote1602" /> +'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,—<br /> +Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.<br /> +1602<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night ix., Line 644.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sculpture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1603" id="Quote1603" /> +Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,<br /> +That fashions all her works in high relief,<br /> +And that is Sculpture.<br /> +1603<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1604" id="Quote1604" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A sculptor wields</span><br /> +The chisel, and the stricken marble grows<br /> +To beauty.<br /> +1604<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Flood of Years.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1605" id="Quote1605" /> +The rude sea grew civil at her song,<br /> +And certain stars shot madly from their spheres<br /> +To hear the sea-maid's music.<br /> +1605<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1606" id="Quote1606" /> +The sea! the sea! the open sea!<br /> +The blue, the fresh, the ever free!<br /> +Without a mark, without a bound,<br /> +It runneth the earth's wide region round;<br /> +It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;<br /> +Or like a cradled creature lies.<br /> +1606<br /> +BARRY CORNWALL: <i>The Sea.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1607" id="Quote1607" /> +Broad based upon her people's will,<br /> +And compassed by the inviolate sea.<br /> +1607<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>To the Queen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1608" id="Quote1608" /> +'T was when the sea was roaring,<br /> +With hollow blasts of wind,<br /> +A damsel lay deploring,<br /> +All on a rock reclin'd.<br /> +1608<br /> +JOHN GAY: <i>What D' ye Call It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sea-weed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1609" id="Quote1609" /> +A weary weed, toss'd to and fro,<br /> +Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine,<br /> +Soaring high and sinking low,<br /> +Lashed along without will of mine,—<br /> +Sport of the spoom of the surging sea,<br /> +Flung on the foam afar and anear,<br /> +Mark my manifold mystery,—<br /> +Growth and grace in their place appear.<br /> +1609<br /> +CORNELIUS G. FENNER: <i>Gulf-Weed.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seasons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1610" id="Quote1610" /> +Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year,<br /> +How the four seasons in four forms appear,<br /> +Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear?<br /> +<i>Spring</i> first, like infancy, shoots out her head,<br /> +With milky juice requiring to be fed: ...<br /> +Proceeding onward whence the year began,<br /> +The <i>Summer</i> grows adult, and ripens into man....<br /> +<i>Autumn</i> succeeds, a sober, tepid age,<br /> +Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ...<br /> +Last, <i>Winter</i> creeps along with tardy pace,<br /> +Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face.<br /> +1610<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 206.</span><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1611" id="Quote1611" /> +With thee conversing I forget all time,<br /> +All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.<br /> +1611<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 639.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1612" id="Quote1612" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Thus with the year</span><br /> +Seasons return; but not to me returns<br /> +Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,<br /> +Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,<br /> +Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.<br /> +1612<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iii., Line 40.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seat.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1613" id="Quote1613" /> +Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,<br /> +Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!<br /> +1613<br /> +LEIGH HUNT: <i>Politics and Poetics.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Secrecy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1614" id="Quote1614" /> +Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,<br /> +Till thou applaud the deed.<br /> +1614<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1615" id="Quote1615" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I will believe</span><br /> +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;<br /> +And so far will I trust thee.<br /> +1615<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1616" id="Quote1616" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">A secret in his mouth,</span><br /> +Is like a wild bird put into a cage,<br /> +Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out.<br /> +1616<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Case is Altered,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sects.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1617" id="Quote1617" /> +His liberal soul with every sect agreed,<br /> +Unheard their reasons, he received their creed.<br /> +1617<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales, Convert,</i> Line 45.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1618" id="Quote1618" /> +Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,<br /> +But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.<br /> +1618<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 331.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Security.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1619" id="Quote1619" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You all know, security</span><br /> +Is mortal's chiefest enemy.<br /> +1619<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Seed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1620" id="Quote1620" /> +The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree<br /> +I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.<br /> +I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.<br /> +1620<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1621" id="Quote1621" /> +None are so desolate but something dear,<br /> +Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd<br /> +A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.<br /> +1621<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Selfishness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1622" id="Quote1622" /> +Despite those titles, power and pelf,<br /> +The wretch, concentred all in self,<br /> +Living, shall forfeit fair renown,<br /> +And, doubly dying, shall go down<br /> +To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,<br /> +Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.<br /> +1622<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lay of the Last Minstrel,</i> Canto vi., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Conceit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1623" id="Quote1623" /> +To observations which ourselves we make,<br /> +We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.<br /> +1623<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. i., Line 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Control.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1624" id="Quote1624" /> +May I govern my passions with absolute sway,<br /> +And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,<br /> +... by a gentle decay.<br /> +1624<br /> +DR. WALTER POPE: <i>The Old Man's Wish,</i> Chorus.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Defence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1625" id="Quote1625" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Self-defence is a virtue,</span><br /> +Sole bulwark of all right.<br /> +1625<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Denial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1626" id="Quote1626" /> +Brave conquerors! for so you are,<br /> +That war against your own affections,<br /> +And the huge army of the world's desires.<br /> +1626<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Dispraise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1627" id="Quote1627" /> +There is a luxury in self-dispraise;<br /> +And inward self-disparagement affords<br /> +To meditative spleen a grateful feast.<br /> +1627<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Excursion,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Esteem.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1628" id="Quote1628" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oft times nothing profits more</span><br /> +Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right<br /> +Well manag'd.<br /> +1628<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 571.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Knowledge.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1629" id="Quote1629" /> +To know <i>thyself</i>—in others self-concern;<br /> +Would'st thou know others? read thyself—and learn!<br /> +1629<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Votive Tablets, The Key.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Love.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1630" id="Quote1630" /> +Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin<br /> +As self-neglecting.<br /> +1630<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1631" id="Quote1631" /> +Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;<br /> +Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.<br /> +1631<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 59.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Reproach.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1632" id="Quote1632" /> +Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel<br /> +No self-reproach.<br /> +1632<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Old Cumberland Beggar.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Respect.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1633" id="Quote1633" /> +He that respects himself is safe from others;<br /> +He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.<br /> +1633<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Self-Sacrifice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1634" id="Quote1634" /> +Give unto me, made lowly wise,<br /> +The spirit of self-sacrifice.<br /> +1634<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Ode to Duty.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sense.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1635" id="Quote1635" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">A man whose blood</span><br /> +Is very snow-broth; one who never feels<br /> +The wanton stings and motions of the sense.<br /> +1635<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1636" id="Quote1636" /> +Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,<br /> +And though no science, fairly worth the seven.<br /> +1636<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. iv., Line 43<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sensibility.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1637" id="Quote1637" /> +Our sensibilities are so acute,<br /> +The fear of being silent makes us mute.<br /> +1637<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 351.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1638" id="Quote1638" /> +Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight!<br /> +Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right!<br /> +1638<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Sensibility,</i> Line 227.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Separation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1639" id="Quote1639" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Thy soul ...</span><br /> +Is as far from my grasp, is as free,<br /> +As the stars from the mountain-tops be,<br /> +As the pearl in the depths of the sea,<br /> +From the portionless king that would wear it.<br /> +1639<br /> +E.C. STEDMAN: <i>Stanzas for Music,</i> St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>September.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1640" id="Quote1640" /> +September waves his golden-rod<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the lanes and hollows,</span><br /> +And saunters round the sunny fields<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-playing with the swallows.</span><br /> +1640<br /> +ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: <i>The Prince.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sermons.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1641" id="Quote1641" /> +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,<br /> +Sermons in stones, and good in everything.<br /> +1641<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1642" id="Quote1642" /> +Perhaps it may turn out a sang,<br /> +Perhaps turn out a sermon.<br /> +1642<br /> +BURNS: <i>Epistle to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Serpent.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1643" id="Quote1643" /> +What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?<br /> +1643<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1644" id="Quote1644" /> +Where's my serpent of old Nile?<br /> +1644<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1645" id="Quote1645" /> +And hence one master-passion in the breast,<br /> +Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.<br /> +1645<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 131.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1646" id="Quote1646" /> +Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the trail of the Serpent is over them all.</span><br /> +1646<br /> +MOORE: <i>Paradise and the Peri.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Service.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1647" id="Quote1647" /> +Ful wel she sange the service devine,<br /> +Entuned in hire nose ful swetely.<br /> +1647<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, Prologue,</i> Line 122.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1648" id="Quote1648" /> +And ye shall succor men;<br /> +'T is nobleness to serve;<br /> +Help them who cannot help again:<br /> +Beware from right to swerve.<br /> +1648<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Boston Hymn,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sex.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1649" id="Quote1649" /> +Think you I am no stronger than my sex,<br /> +Being so father'd and so husbanded?<br /> +1649<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1650" id="Quote1650" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Spirits when they please,</span><br /> +Can either sex assume, or both.<br /> +1650<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 423.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sexton.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1651" id="Quote1651" /> +See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,<br /> +The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle!<br /> +Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole<br /> +A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand,<br /> +Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance<br /> +By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up<br /> +But well he knew its owner, and can tell<br /> +Some passage of his life.<br /> +1651<br /> +BLAIR: <i>The Grave,</i> Line 452.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1652" id="Quote1652" /> +His death, which happened in his berth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At forty-odd befell:</span><br /> +They went and told the sexton, and<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sexton tolled the bell.</span><br /> +1652<br /> +HOOD: <i>Faithless Sally Brown.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shadow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1653" id="Quote1653" /> +Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,<br /> +That I may see my shadow as I pass.<br /> +1653<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1654" id="Quote1654" /> +Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,<br /> +Meroe, Nilotic isle.<br /> +1654<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Regained,</i> Bk. iv., Line 70.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1655" id="Quote1655" /> +Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,<br /> +Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.<br /> +1655<br /> +JOHN FLETCHER: <i>Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shaft.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1656" id="Quote1656" /> +In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,<br /> +I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight<br /> +The selfsame way, with more advised watch,<br /> +To find the other forth; and by adventuring both<br /> +I oft found both.<br /> +1656<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1657" id="Quote1657" /> +That eagle's fate and mine are one,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which on the shaft that made him die</span><br /> +Espied a feather of his own,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherewith he wont to soar so high.</span><br /> +1657<br /> +WALLER: <i>To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shakespeare.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1658" id="Quote1658" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Soul of the age!</span><br /> +Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!<br /> +My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by<br /> +Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie<br /> +A little further, to make thee room;<br /> +Thou art a monument, without a tomb,<br /> +And art alive still, while thy book doth live,<br /> +And we have wits to read, and praise to give.<br /> +1658<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1659" id="Quote1659" /> +There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb<br /> +The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime,<br /> +With tears and laughters for all time!<br /> +1659<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Vision of Poets,</i> St. 101.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1660" id="Quote1660" /> +Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,<br /> +Warble his native wood-notes wild.<br /> +1660<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 129.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1661" id="Quote1661" /> +What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,—<br /> +The labor of an age in piled stones?<br /> +Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid<br /> +Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?<br /> +Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,<br /> +What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?<br /> +1661<br /> +MILTON: <i>On Shakespeare.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shame.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1662" id="Quote1662" /> +O, shame! where is thy blush?<br /> +1662<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1663" id="Quote1663" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'neath yon crimson tree</span><br /> +Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,<br /> +Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her blush of maiden shame.</span><br /> +1663<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Autumn Woods.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shape.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1664" id="Quote1664" /> +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves<br /> +Shall never tremble.<br /> +1664<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1665" id="Quote1665" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The other shape,</span><br /> +If shape it might be call'd that shape had none<br /> +Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.<br /> +1665<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 681.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shell.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1666" id="Quote1666" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">I have seen</span><br /> +A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract<br /> +Of inland ground, applying to his ear<br /> +The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,<br /> +To which, in silence hushed, his very soul<br /> +Listened intensely.<br /> +1666<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>The Excursion,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shelley.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1667" id="Quote1667" /> +Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did he stop and speak to you,</span><br /> +And did you speak to him again?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How strange it seems, and new!</span><br /> +1667<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Memorabilia,</i> i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheridan.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1668" id="Quote1668" /> +Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,<br /> +And turn to all of him which may remain,<br /> +Sighing that nature form'd but one such man,<br /> +And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan.<br /> +1668<br /> +BYRON: <i>Monody on the Death of Sheridan.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shield.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1669" id="Quote1669" /> +When Prussia hurried to the field,<br /> +And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.<br /> +1669<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Introduction to Canto iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ships.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1670" id="Quote1670" /> +Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,<br /> +And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?<br /> +1670<br /> +MARLOWE: <i>Faustus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1671" id="Quote1671" /> +Like sister sails that drift at night<br /> +Together on the deep,<br /> +Seen only where they cross the light<br /> +That pathless waves must pathlike keep<br /> +From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep.<br /> +1671<br /> +RUSKIN: <i>The Broken Chain,</i> Pt. v., St. 25.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1672" id="Quote1672" /> +She walks the waters like a thing of life,<br /> +And seems to dare the elements to strife.<br /> +1672<br /> +BYRON: <i>Corsair,</i> Canto i., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1673" id="Quote1673" /> +As idle as a painted ship<br /> +Upon a painted ocean.<br /> +1673<br /> +COLERIDGE: <i>The Ancient Mariner,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shipwreck.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1674" id="Quote1674" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">O, I have suffer'd</span><br /> +With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,<br /> +Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,<br /> +Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock<br /> +Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd.<br /> +1674<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1675" id="Quote1675" /> +Again she plunges! hark! a second shock<br /> +Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock—<br /> +Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries<br /> +The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes,<br /> +In wild despair; while yet another stroke,<br /> +With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:<br /> +Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!<br /> +She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide.<br /> +1675<br /> +FALCONER: <i>Shipwreck,</i> Canto iii., Line 642.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shoes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1676" id="Quote1676" /> +I saw them go: one horse was blind,<br /> +The tails of both hung down behind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their shoes were on their feet.</span><br /> +1676<br /> +JAMES SMITH: <i>Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1677" id="Quote1677" /> +Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet,<br /> +Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet.<br /> +1677<br /> +GAY: <i>Trivia,</i> Bk. i., Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shore.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1678" id="Quote1678" /> +But the poor, unsightly, noisome things<br /> +Had left their beauty on the shore,<br /> +With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.<br /> +1678<br /> +EMERSON: <i>Each and All.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1679" id="Quote1679" /> +There is a rapture on the lonely shore;<br /> +There is society, where none intrudes,<br /> +By the deep sea, and music in its roar.<br /> +1679<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 178.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1680" id="Quote1680" /> +A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?</span><br /> +Lord help 'em, how I pities them<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unhappy folks on shore now!</span><br /> +1680<br /> +WILLIAM PITT: <i>The Sailor's Consolation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Show.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1681" id="Quote1681" /> +Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.<br /> +1681<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1682" id="Quote1682" /> +With books and money plac'd for show<br /> +Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,<br /> +And for his false opinion pay.<br /> +1682<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shrine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1683" id="Quote1683" /> +What sought they thus afar?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright jewels of the mine,</span><br /> +The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sought a faith's pure shrine.</span><br /> +1683<br /> +HEMANS: <i>Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sickness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1684" id="Quote1684" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">This sickness doth infect</span><br /> +The very life-blood of our enterprise.<br /> +1684<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sighs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1685" id="Quote1685" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">My story being done,</span><br /> +She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.<br /> +1685<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1686" id="Quote1686" /> +He sighed;—the next resource is the full moon,<br /> +Where all sighs are deposited; and now<br /> +It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone.<br /> +1686<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xvi., St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1687" id="Quote1687" /> +Visions of glory, spare my aching sight<br /> +Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!<br /> +1687<br /> +GRAY: <i>The Bard,</i> Pt. iii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1688" id="Quote1688" /> +O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see<br /> +What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.<br /> +1688<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 15.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Signs.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1689" id="Quote1689" /> +Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish:<br /> +A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion,<br /> +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,<br /> +A forked mountain, or blue promontory<br /> +With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,<br /> +And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;<br /> +They are black vesper's pageants.<br /> +1689<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 12.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Silence.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1690" id="Quote1690" /> +Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:<br /> +I were but little happy, if I could say how much.<br /> +1690<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1691" id="Quote1691" /> +Silence in love bewrays more woe<br /> +Than words, tho' ne'er so witty;<br /> +A beggar that is dumb, you know,<br /> +May challenge double pity.<br /> +1691<br /> +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: <i>Silent Lover,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1692" id="Quote1692" /> +Silence more musical than any song.<br /> +1692<br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: <i>Rest.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1693" id="Quote1693" /> +Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,<br /> +They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,<br /> +Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;<br /> +She all night long her amorous descant sung;<br /> +Silence was pleas'd.<br /> +1693<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1694" id="Quote1694" /> +There was silence deep as death,<br /> +And the boldest held his breath<br /> +For a time.<br /> +1694<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Battle of the Baltic.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1695" id="Quote1695" /> +There is a silence where hath been no sound,<br /> +There is a silence where no sound may be,—<br /> +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,<br /> +Or in the wide desert where no life is found.<br /> +1695<br /> +HOOD: <i>Sonnet, Silence.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Silver.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1696" id="Quote1696" /> +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,<br /> +That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.<br /> +1696<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Similarity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1697" id="Quote1697" /> +Like will to like: each creature loves his kind,<br /> +Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.<br /> +1697<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Like Loves His Like.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Simplicity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1698" id="Quote1698" /> +And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,<br /> +And captive good attending captive ill.<br /> +1698<br /> +SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1699" id="Quote1699" /> +Rich in saving common-sense,<br /> +And, as the greatest only are.<br /> +In his simplicity sublime.<br /> +1699<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,</i> St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sin.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1700" id="Quote1700" /> +Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,<br /> +Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled.<br /> +1700<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1701" id="Quote1701" /> +One sin, I know, another doth provoke;<br /> +Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.<br /> +1701<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1702" id="Quote1702" /> +In lashing sin, of every stroke beware,<br /> +For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare.<br /> +1702<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Tales, Advice,</i> Line 242.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1703" id="Quote1703" /> +But sad as angels for the good man's sin,<br /> +Weep to record, and blush to give it in.<br /> +1703<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 357.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1704" id="Quote1704" /> +I waive the quantum o' the sin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hazard of concealing;</span><br /> +But, och! it hardens a' within,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And petrifies the feeling!</span><br /> +1704<br /> +BURNS: <i>Epistle to a Young Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1705" id="Quote1705" /> +Compound for sins they are inclined to,<br /> +By damning those they have no mind to.<br /> +1705<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sincerity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1706" id="Quote1706" /> +I never tempted her with word too large,<br /> +But, as a brother to his sister, show'd<br /> +Bashful sincerity and comely love.<br /> +1706<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1707" id="Quote1707" /> +His nature is too noble for the world:<br /> +He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,<br /> +Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:<br /> +What his breast forges that his tongue must vent.<br /> +1707<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Singing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1708" id="Quote1708" /> +But in his motion like an angel sings,<br /> +Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.<br /> +1708<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1709" id="Quote1709" /> +Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.<br /> +Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.<br /> +The universe's inward voices cry<br /> +"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.<br /> +Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!<br /> +1709<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sonnets, Seraph and Poet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1710" id="Quote1710" /> +I send my heart up to thee, all my heart<br /> +In this my singing!<br /> +For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.<br /> +1710<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>In a Gondola.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1711" id="Quote1711" /> +I do but sing because I must,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pipe but as the linnets sing.</span><br /> +1711<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxi., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1712" id="Quote1712" /> +Song forbids victorious deeds to die.<br /> +1712<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Artists,</i> St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Singularity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1713" id="Quote1713" /> +No two on earth in all things can agree;<br /> +All have some darling singularity.<br /> +1713<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Apology,</i> Line 402.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sister.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1714" id="Quote1714" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Oh, never say hereafter</span><br /> +But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother<br /> +When I was but your sister.<br /> +1714<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Skill.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1715" id="Quote1715" /> +How happy is he born or taught,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That serveth not another's will;</span><br /> +Whose armor is his honest thought,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And simple truth his utmost skill!</span><br /> +1715<br /> +WOTTON: <i>Character of a Happy Life.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Skull.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1716" id="Quote1716" /> +Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,<br /> +Its chambers desolate, its portals foul;<br /> +Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall,<br /> +The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.<br /> +1716<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sky.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1717" id="Quote1717" /> +Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,<br /> +And souls are ripened in our northern sky.<br /> +1717<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>The Invitation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1718" id="Quote1718" /> +The sky is changed,—and such a change. O night<br /> +And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,<br /> +Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light<br /> +Of a dark eye in woman!<br /> +1718<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Slander.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1719" id="Quote1719" /> +Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies,<br /> +Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes,<br /> +Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries;<br /> +All those against that fort did bend their batteries.<br /> +1719<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1720" id="Quote1720" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">'T is slander,</span><br /> +Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue<br /> +Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath<br /> +Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie<br /> +All corners of the world,—kings, queens, and states,<br /> +Maids, matrons,—nay, the secrets of the grave<br /> +This viperous slander enters.<br /> +1720<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Cymbeline,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1721" id="Quote1721" /> +'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,—<br /> +Slander, the foulest whelp of sin.<br /> +1721<br /> +POLLOK: <i>Course of Time,</i> Bk. viii., Line 715.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Slave—Slavery.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1722" id="Quote1722" /> +Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm<br /> +With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog.<br /> +1722<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Timon of A.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1723" id="Quote1723" /> +He finds his fellow guilty of a skin<br /> +Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r<br /> +T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause<br /> +Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.<br /> +1723<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 12.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1724" id="Quote1724" /> +Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.<br /> +1724<br /> +DAVID GARRICK: <i>Prologue to the Gamesters.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1725" id="Quote1725" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Whatever day</span><br /> +Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.<br /> +1725<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xvii., Line 392.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sleep.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1726" id="Quote1726" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">We are such stuff</span><br /> +As dreams are made on; and our little life<br /> +Is rounded with a sleep.<br /> +1726<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1727" id="Quote1727" /> +Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,<br /> +The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,<br /> +Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,<br /> +Chief nourisher in life's feast.<br /> +1727<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1728" id="Quote1728" /> +Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,<br /> +The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;<br /> +The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,<br /> +The impartial judge between the high and low.<br /> +1728<br /> +SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: <i>Astrophel and Stella,</i> St. 39.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1729" id="Quote1729" /> +Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!<br /> +He, like the world, his ready visit pays<br /> +Where fortune smiles—the wretched he forsakes.<br /> +1729<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1730" id="Quote1730" /> +O magic sleep! O comfortable bird<br /> +That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind<br /> +Till it is hush'd and smooth!<br /> +1730<br /> +KEATS: <i>Endymion,</i> Line 456.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1731" id="Quote1731" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep hath its own world,</span><br /> +A boundary between the things misnamed<br /> +Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,<br /> +And a wide realm of wild reality.<br /> +1731<br /> +BYRON: <i>Dream,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1732" id="Quote1732" /> +Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,<br /> +Morn of toil, nor night of waking.<br /> +1732<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Lady of the Lake,</i> Canto i., St. 31.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1733" id="Quote1733" /> +Of all the thoughts of God that are<br /> +Borne inward into souls afar,<br /> +Along the Psalmist's music deep,<br /> +Now tell me if that any is,<br /> +For gift or grace, surpassing this—<br /> +"He giveth His beloved sleep"?<br /> +1733<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Sleep.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1734" id="Quote1734" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Be thy sleep</span><br /> +Silent as night is, and as deep.<br /> +1734<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1735" id="Quote1735" /> +Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number—<br /> +Let him come to thee and be thy guest.<br /> +1735<br /> +AYTOUN: <i>Hermotimus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sloth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1736" id="Quote1736" /> +Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes,<br /> +Desirous still, but impotent to rise.<br /> +1736<br /> +SHENSTONE: <i>Moral Pieces.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sluggard.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1737" id="Quote1737" /> +'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,<br /> +"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."<br /> +1737<br /> +WATTS: <i>The Sluggard.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smiles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1738" id="Quote1738" /> +One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.<br /> +1738<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1739" id="Quote1739" /> +With the smile that was childlike and bland.<br /> +1739<br /> +BRET HARTE: <i>Plain Language from Truthful James.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1740" id="Quote1740" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Death</span><br /> +Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear<br /> +His famine should be filled.<br /> +1740<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 815.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1741" id="Quote1741" /> +Without the smile from partial beauty won,<br /> +Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.<br /> +1741<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. ii., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1742" id="Quote1742" /> +Even children follow'd with endearing wile,<br /> +And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.<br /> +1742<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 183.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smoke.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1743" id="Quote1743" /> +I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd<br /> +Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.<br /> +1743<br /> +MOORE: <i>Ballad Stanzas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snail.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1744" id="Quote1744" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The snail, whose tender horns being hit,</span><br /> +Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,<br /> +And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit,<br /> +Long after fearing to creep forth again.<br /> +1744<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Venus and A.,</i> Line 1033.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snake.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1745" id="Quote1745" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;</span><br /> +She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice<br /> +Remains in danger of her former tooth.<br /> +1745<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1746" id="Quote1746" /> +Or wallow naked in December snow<br /> +By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?<br /> +1746<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1747" id="Quote1747" /> +A cheer for the snow—the drifting snow;<br /> +Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;<br /> +The creature of thought scarce likes to tread<br /> +On the delicate carpet so richly spread.<br /> +1747<br /> +ELIZA COOK: <i>Snow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1748" id="Quote1748" /> +Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,<br /> +Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,<br /> +Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air<br /> +Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.<br /> +1748<br /> +EMERSON: <i>The Snow-Storm.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snow-Drop.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1749" id="Quote1749" /> +The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain,<br /> +Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train.<br /> +1749<br /> +CHURCHILL: <i>Gotham,</i> Bk. i., Line 245.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Snuff.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1750" id="Quote1750" /> +When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,<br /> +He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.<br /> +1750<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Retaliation,</i> Line 145.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1751" id="Quote1751" /> +Lady, accept the gift a hero wore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In spite of all this elegiac stuff;</span><br /> +Let not seven stanzas written by a bore<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff.</span><br /> +1751<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lines to Lady Holland.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Society.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1752" id="Quote1752" /> +Man in society is like a flower<br /> +Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone<br /> +His faculties expanded in full bloom<br /> +Shine out; there only reach their proper use.<br /> +1752<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. iv., Line 659.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1753" id="Quote1753" /> +Society became my glittering bride,<br /> +And airy hopes my children.<br /> +1753<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Soldier.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1754" id="Quote1754" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A soldier;</span><br /> +Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,<br /> +Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br /> +Seeking the bubble reputation<br /> +Even in the cannon's mouth.<br /> +1754<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1755" id="Quote1755" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And but for these vile guns,</span><br /> +He would himself have been a soldier.<br /> +1755<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1756" id="Quote1756" /> +The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,<br /> +Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away;<br /> +Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,<br /> +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.<br /> +1756<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 155.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1757" id="Quote1757" /> +How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,<br /> +Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?<br /> +1757<br /> +MOORE: <i>To Thomas Hume.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Solitude.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1758" id="Quote1758" /> +Solitude sometimes is best society,<br /> +And short retirement urges sweet return.<br /> +1758<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1759" id="Quote1759" /> +O solitude! where are the charms<br /> +That sages have seen in thy face?<br /> +Better dwell in the midst of alarms,<br /> +Than reign in this horrible place.<br /> +1759<br /> +COWPER: <i>Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1760" id="Quote1760" /> +Man dwells apart, though not alone,<br /> +He walks among his peers unread;<br /> +The best of thoughts which he hath known,<br /> +For lack of listeners are not said.<br /> +1760<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1761" id="Quote1761" /> +It was a wild and lonely ride.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save the hid loon's mocking cry,</span><br /> +Or marmot on the mountain side,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The earth was silent as the sky.</span><br /> +1761<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Long Trail.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Son.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1762" id="Quote1762" /> +Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,<br /> +No son of mine succeeding.<br /> +1762<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1763" id="Quote1763" /> +The booby father craves a booby son,<br /> +And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.<br /> +1763<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 165.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Song.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1764" id="Quote1764" /> +And heaven had wanted one immortal song.<br /> +1764<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1765" id="Quote1765" /> +That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,<br /> +But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.<br /> +1765<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 340.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1766" id="Quote1766" /> +For dear to gods and men is sacred song.<br /> +Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,<br /> +The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.<br /> +1766<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xxii., Line 382.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sonnet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1767" id="Quote1767" /> +Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,<br /> +Mindless of its just honors; with this key<br /> +Shakespeare unlocked his heart.<br /> +1767<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Scorn not the Sonnet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sorrow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1768" id="Quote1768" /> +Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak<br /> +Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.<br /> +1768<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1769" id="Quote1769" /> +One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,<br /> +That may succeed as his inheritor.<br /> +1769<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1770" id="Quote1770" /> +Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.<br /> +1770<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>Home.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1771" id="Quote1771" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">This is truth the poet sings,</span><br /> +That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.<br /> +1771<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> St. 38.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Soul.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1772" id="Quote1772" /> +But whither went his soul, let such relate<br /> +Who search the secrets of the future state.<br /> +1772<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Palamon and Arcite,</i> Bk. iii., Line 2120.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1773" id="Quote1773" /> +It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate<br /> +To shape the outward to its own estate.<br /> +1773<br /> +R.H. DANA: <i>Thoughts on the Soul.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1774" id="Quote1774" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The gods approve</span><br /> +The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.<br /> +1774<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sound.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1775" id="Quote1775" /> +'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,—<br /> +The sound must seem an echo to the sense.<br /> +1775<br /> +POPE: <i>E. on Criticism,</i> Pt. ii., Line 162.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1776" id="Quote1776" /> +Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,<br /> +Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!<br /> +1776<br /> +MRS. HEMANS: <i>Abencerrage,</i> Canto ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spear.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1777" id="Quote1777" /> +His spear, to equal which the tallest pine<br /> +Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast<br /> +Of some great ammiral were but a wand.<br /> +1777<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 292.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Speech.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1778" id="Quote1778" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Rude am I in my speech</span><br /> +And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.<br /> +1778<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1779" id="Quote1779" /> +Speech is but broken light upon the depth<br /> +Of the unspoken; even your loved words<br /> +Float in the larger meaning of your voice<br /> +As something dimmer.<br /> +1779<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spenser.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1780" id="Quote1780" /> +Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,<br /> +The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son;<br /> +Who, like a copious river, poured his song<br /> +O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.<br /> +1780<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 1574.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spires.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1781" id="Quote1781" /> +Ye swelling hills and spacious plains!<br /> +Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers,<br /> +And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."<br /> +1781<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. vi., Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spirits.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1782" id="Quote1782" /> +I can call spirits from the vasty deep.<br /> +Why, so can I; or so can any man:<br /> +But will they come, when you do call for them?<br /> +1782<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1783" id="Quote1783" /> +Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth<br /> +Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.<br /> +1783<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 677.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Splendor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1784" id="Quote1784" /> +Though nothing can bring back the hour<br /> +Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.<br /> +1784<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sport.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1785" id="Quote1785" /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Thick around</span><br /> +Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun<br /> +And dog, impatient bounding at the shot,<br /> +Worse than the season desolate the fields.<br /> +1785<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 788.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spring.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1786" id="Quote1786" /> +In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;<br /> +In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.<br /> +1786<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>Locksley Hall,</i> Line 19.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1787" id="Quote1787" /> +Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come;<br /> +And from the bosom of your dropping cloud,<br /> +While music wakes around, veiled in a shower<br /> +Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.<br /> +1787<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1788" id="Quote1788" /> +"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"—<br /> +Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason,<br /> +How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum?<br /> +There 's no such season.<br /> +1788<br /> +HOOD: <i>Spring.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stage.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1789" id="Quote1789" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">All the world's a stage,</span><br /> +And all the men and women merely players,<br /> +They have their exits and their entrances;<br /> +And one man in his time plays many parts,<br /> +His acts being seven ages.<br /> +1789<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stars.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1790" id="Quote1790" /> +Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.<br /> +1790<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1791" id="Quote1791" /> +The stars of the night<br /> +Will lend thee their light,<br /> +Like tapers clear without number!<br /> +1791<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Night Piece, To Julia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1792" id="Quote1792" /> +Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven,<br /> +If in your bright leaves we would read the fate<br /> +Of men and empires,—'t is to be forgiven,<br /> +That in our aspirations to be great,<br /> +Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,<br /> +And claim a kindred with you.<br /> +1792<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 88.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1793" id="Quote1793" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now only here and there a little star</span><br /> +Looks forth alone.<br /> +1793<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Constellations.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>State.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1794" id="Quote1794" /> +A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:<br /> +An hour may lay it in the dust.<br /> +1794<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Statesman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1795" id="Quote1795" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">An honest statesman to a prince,</span><br /> +Is like a cedar planted by a spring;<br /> +The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree<br /> +Rewards it with his shadow.<br /> +1795<br /> +WEBSTER: <i>Duchess of Malfi,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Steed.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1796" id="Quote1796" /> +Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!<br /> +Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!<br /> +And when their statues are placed on high,<br /> +Under the dome of the Union sky,—<br /> +The American soldier's Temple of Fame,—<br /> +There with the glorious General's name<br /> +Be it said in letters both bold and bright:<br /> +"Here is the steed that saved the day<br /> +By carrying Sheridan into the fight,<br /> +From Winchester,—twenty miles away!"<br /> +1796<br /> +THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: <i>Sheridan's Ride.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stones.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1797" id="Quote1797" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Put a tongue</span><br /> +In every wound of Cæsar that should move<br /> +The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.<br /> +1797<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Storms.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1798" id="Quote1798" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">We often see, against some storm,</span><br /> +A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,<br /> +The bold winds speechless, and the orb below<br /> +As hush as death.<br /> +1798<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1799" id="Quote1799" /> +God moves in a mysterious way<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wonders to perform;</span><br /> +He plants his footsteps in the sea<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rides upon the storm.</span><br /> +1799<br /> +COWPER: <i>Light Shining out of Darkness.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1800" id="Quote1800" /> +Nail to the mast her holy flag,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set every threadbare sail,</span><br /> +And give her to the god of storms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lightning and the gale!</span><br /> +1800<br /> +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: <i>Old Ironsides.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Story.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1801" id="Quote1801" /> +Her father loved me; oft invited me;<br /> +Still question'd me the story of my life,<br /> +From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune,<br /> +That I have passed.<br /> +1801<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1802" id="Quote1802" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">She thank'd me,</span><br /> +And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,<br /> +I should but teach him how to tell my story,<br /> +And that would woo her.<br /> +1802<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strangers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1803" id="Quote1803" /> +By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,<br /> +By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,<br /> +By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,<br /> +By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd.<br /> +1803<br /> +POPE: <i>To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,</i> Line 51.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Streets.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1804" id="Quote1804" /> +The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead<br /> +Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.<br /> +1804<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strength.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1805" id="Quote1805" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O, it is excellent</span><br /> +To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous<br /> +To use it like a giant.<br /> +1805<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1806" id="Quote1806" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">To be strong</span><br /> +Is to be happy!<br /> +1806<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Golden Legend,</i> Pt. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Strife.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1807" id="Quote1807" /> +No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—<br /> +The past unsighed for, and the future sure.<br /> +1807<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Striving.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1808" id="Quote1808" /> +How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;<br /> +Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.<br /> +1808<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Study.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1809" id="Quote1809" /> +Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,<br /> +That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;<br /> +Small have continual plodders ever won,<br /> +Save base authority from others' books.<br /> +1809<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Love's L. Lost,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1810" id="Quote1810" /> +If not to some peculiar end design'd<br /> +Study 's the specious trifling of the mind,<br /> +Or is at best a secondary aim,<br /> +A chase for sport alone, and not for game.<br /> +1810<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 67.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Style.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1811" id="Quote1811" /> +The lives of trees lie only in the barks,<br /> +And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks.<br /> +1811<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,</i> Line 211.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Success.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1812" id="Quote1812" /> +Didst thou never hear<br /> +That things ill got had ever bad success?<br /> +1812<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1813" id="Quote1813" /> +Life lives only in success.<br /> +1813<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Amran's Wooing,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1814" id="Quote1814" /> +'Tis not in mortals to command success;<br /> +But we'll do more, Sempronius—we'll deserve it.<br /> +1814<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suffering.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1815" id="Quote1815" /> +Yet tears to human suffering are due;<br /> +And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown<br /> +Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.<br /> +1815<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Laodamia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suicide.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1816" id="Quote1816" /> +Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life<br /> +Cuts off so many years of fearing death.<br /> +1816<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1817" id="Quote1817" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">—He</span><br /> +That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;<br /> +And at the best shows but a bastard valor.<br /> +1817<br /> +MASSINGER: <i>Maid of Honor,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Summer.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1818" id="Quote1818" /> +Eternal summer gilds them yet,<br /> +But all except their sun is set.<br /> +1818<br /> +Byron: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto iii., St. 86. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1819" id="Quote1819" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk</span><br /> +The dew that lay upon the morning grass;<br /> +There is no rustling in the lofty elm<br /> +That canopies my dwelling, and its shade<br /> +Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint<br /> +And interrupted murmur of the bee,<br /> +Settling on the sick flowers, and then again<br /> +Instantly on the wing.<br /> +1819<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Summer Wind.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sun.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1820" id="Quote1820" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">The glorious sun,</span><br /> +Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;<br /> +Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,<br /> +The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.<br /> +1820<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King John,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1821" id="Quote1821" /> +Busy old fool, unruly sun,<br /> +Why dost thou thus,<br /> +Through windows and through curtains call on us?<br /> +1821<br /> +JOHN DONNE: <i>The Sun-Rising.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1822" id="Quote1822" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My own hope is, a sun will pierce</span><br /> +The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.<br /> +1822<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Apparent Failure,</i> vii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunflower.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1823" id="Quote1823" /> +Light enchanted sunflower, thou<br /> +Who gazest ever true and tender<br /> +On the sun's revolving splendor!<br /> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /><br /> +Restless sunflowers, cease to move.<br /> +1823<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,</i> Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1824" id="Quote1824" /> +The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,<br /> +But as truly loves on to the close,<br /> +As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets<br /> +The same look which she turn'd when he rose.<br /> +1824<br /> +MOORE: <i>Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1825" id="Quote1825" /> +Miles and miles of gold and green<br /> +Where the sunflowers blow<br /> +In a solid glow.<br /> +1825<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Lovers' Quarrel,</i> St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1826" id="Quote1826" /> +Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,<br /> +Ray round with flames her disk of seed.<br /> +1826<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. ci., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunrise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1827" id="Quote1827" /> +When from the opening chambers of the east<br /> +The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,<br /> +The early larks their morning tribute pay,<br /> +And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.<br /> +1827<br /> +THOMSON: <i>The Morning in the Country.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1828" id="Quote1828" /> +'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps<br /> +The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand,<br /> +Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light.<br /> +Like to a king that has regain'd his throne,<br /> +He warms his drooping subjects into joy,<br /> +That rise rejoiced to do him fealty,<br /> +And rules with pomp the universal world.<br /> +1828<br /> +JOAQUIN MILLER: <i>Ina,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunset.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1829" id="Quote1829" /> +The weary sun hath made a golden set,<br /> +And, by the bright track of his fiery car,<br /> +Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.<br /> +1829<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1830" id="Quote1830" /> +O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day.<br /> +1830<br /> +JULIA C.R. DORR: <i>Margery Grey,</i> St. 24.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1831" id="Quote1831" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The descending sun</span><br /> +Seems to caress the city that he loves,<br /> +And crowns it with the aureole of a saint.<br /> +1831<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Michael Angelo,</i> Pt. i., 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1832" id="Quote1832" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The sun is going down,</span><br /> +And I must see the glory from the hill.<br /> +1832<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Agatha.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sunshine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1833" id="Quote1833" /> +See the gold sunshine patching,<br /> +And streaming and streaking across<br /> +The gray-green oaks; and catching,<br /> +By its soft brown beard, the moss.<br /> +1833<br /> +BAILEY: <i>Festus,</i> Sc. <i>The Surface.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1834" id="Quote1834" /> +As sunshine broken in the rill,<br /> +Though turned astray, is sunshine still.<br /> +1834<br /> +MOORE: <i>The Fire-Worshippers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Surfeit.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1835" id="Quote1835" /> +As surfeit is the father of much fast,<br /> +So every scope, by the immoderate use,<br /> +Turns to restraint.<br /> +1835<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Surprise.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1836" id="Quote1836" /> +The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes<br /> +And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.<br /> +1836<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cymon and Iphigenia,</i> Line 41.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suspense.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1837" id="Quote1837" /> +For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain<br /> +A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain.<br /> +1837<br /> +POPE: <i>Eloisa to A.,</i> Line 249.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suspicion.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1838" id="Quote1838" /> +Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;<br /> +The thief doth fear each bush an officer.<br /> +1838<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swallow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1839" id="Quote1839" /> +When Autumn scatters his departing gleams,<br /> +Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play<br /> +The swallow-people; and tossed wide around<br /> +O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,<br /> +The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once,<br /> +Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.<br /> +1839<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Autumn,</i> Line 836.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swans.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1840" id="Quote1840" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The swan, with arched neck</span><br /> +Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows<br /> +Her state with oary feet.<br /> +1840<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. vii., Line 438.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swearing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1841" id="Quote1841" /> +And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two<br /> +And sleeps again.<br /> +1841<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Rom. and Jul.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1842" id="Quote1842" /> +Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;<br /> +It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.<br /> +1842<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sweetness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1843" id="Quote1843" /> +Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.<br /> +1843<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1844" id="Quote1844" /> +Married to immortal verse,<br /> +Such as the meeting soul may pierce,<br /> +In notes with many a winding bout<br /> +Of linked sweetness long drawn out.<br /> +1844<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swiftness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1845" id="Quote1845" /> +I go, I go; look how I go;<br /> +Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.<br /> +1845<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mid. N. Dream,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1846" id="Quote1846" /> +His golden locks time hath to silver turned;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!</span><br /> +1846<br /> +GEORGE PEELE: <i>Sonnet, Polyhymnia.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swimming.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1847" id="Quote1847" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">How many a time have I</span><br /> +Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,<br /> +The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke<br /> +Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair,<br /> +And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,<br /> +Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er<br /> +The waves as they arose, and prouder still<br /> +The loftier they uplifted me.<br /> +1847<br /> +BYRON: <i>Two Foscari,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sword.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1848" id="Quote1848" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Full bravely hast thou fleshed</span><br /> +Thy maiden sword.<br /> +1848<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1849" id="Quote1849" /> +Chase brave employment with a naked sword<br /> +Throughout the world.<br /> +1849<br /> +HERBERT: <i>The Church Porch.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sympathy.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1850" id="Quote1850" /> +Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,<br /> +A world of earthly blessings to my soul,<br /> +If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.<br /> +1850<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1851" id="Quote1851" /> +There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:<br /> +'Tis so becoming to the soul and face—<br /> +Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,<br /> +And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.<br /> +1851<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiv., St. 47.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Synods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1852" id="Quote1852" /> +Synods are mystical bear-gardens,<br /> +Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,<br /> +And other members of the court,<br /> +Manage the Babylonish sport.<br /> +1852<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_T" id="Alphabet_T" /> +<h2>T.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tale.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1853" id="Quote1853" /> +Who so shall telle a tale after a man,<br /> +He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,<br /> +Everich word, if it be in his charge,<br /> +All speke he never so rudely and so large.<br /> +1853<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, Prologue,</i> Line 733.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1854" id="Quote1854" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">But that I am forbid</span><br /> +To tell the secrets of my prison-house,<br /> +I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word<br /> +Would harrow up thy soul.<br /> +1854<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1855" id="Quote1855" /> +I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver<br /> +Of my whole course of love.<br /> +1855<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1856" id="Quote1856" /> +Meet me by moonlight alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then I will tell you a tale</span><br /> +Must be told by the moonlight alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the grove at the end of the vale!</span><br /> +1856<br /> +J.A. WADE: <i>Meet Me by Moonlight.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Talk.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1857" id="Quote1857" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">We will not stand to prate;</span><br /> +Talkers are no good doers; be assured<br /> +We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.<br /> +1857<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1858" id="Quote1858" /> +But still his tongue ran on, the less<br /> +Of weight it bore, with greater ease<br /> +And with its everlasting clack,<br /> +Set all men's ears upon the rack.<br /> +1858<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1859" id="Quote1859" /> +They always talk who never think.<br /> +1859<br /> +PRIOR: <i>Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1860" id="Quote1860" /> +Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,<br /> +And men talk only to conceal the mind.<br /> +1860<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire ii., Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1861" id="Quote1861" /> +It would talk,—<br /> +Lord! how it talked!<br /> +1861<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>Scornful Lady,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tasso.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1862" id="Quote1862" /> +Tasso is their glory and their shame.<br /> +Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell!<br /> +And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame,<br /> +And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell.<br /> +1862<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 36.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taste.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1863" id="Quote1863" /> +Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find<br /> +Two of a face as soon as of a mind.<br /> +1863<br /> +POPE: Satire vi., Line 268.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1864" id="Quote1864" /> +Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong,<br /> +Be it in music, painting, or in song:<br /> +But this, as well as other faculties,<br /> +Improves with age and ripens by degrees.<br /> +1864<br /> +ARMSTRONG: <i>Taste,</i> Line 26<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1865" id="Quote1865" /> +Such and so various are the tastes of men.<br /> +1865<br /> +AKENSIDE: <i>Pl. of the Imagination,</i> Bk. iii., Line 567.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taxation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1866" id="Quote1866" /> +By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,<br /> +And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring<br /> +From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,<br /> +By any indirection.<br /> +1866<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1867" id="Quote1867" /> +Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails;<br /> +And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails.<br /> +1867<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,</i> Line 17.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tea.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1868" id="Quote1868" /> +For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,<br /> +Nor take her tea without a stratagem.<br /> +1868<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vi., Line 190.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Teaching.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1869" id="Quote1869" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">I have labored,</span><br /> +And with no little study, that my teaching<br /> +And the strong course of my authority<br /> +Might go one way.<br /> +1869<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tears.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1870" id="Quote1870" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The big round tears</span><br /> +Cours'd one another down his innocent nose<br /> +In piteous chase.<br /> +1870<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1871" id="Quote1871" /> + +']<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then fresh tears</span><br /> +Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew<br /> +Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.<br /> +1871<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1872" id="Quote1872" /> +Our present tears here, not our present laughter,<br /> +Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.<br /> +1872<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Noble Numbers, Tears.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1873" id="Quote1873" /> +Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn,<br /> +Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.<br /> +1873<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. i., Line 619.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1874" id="Quote1874" /> +A child will weep a bramble's smart,<br /> +A maid to see her sparrow part,<br /> +A stripling for a woman's heart:<br /> +But woe awaits a country, when<br /> +She sees the tears of bearded men.<br /> +1874<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto v., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1875" id="Quote1875" /> +To me the meanest flower that blows can give<br /> +Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.<br /> +1875<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Intimations of Immortality.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1876" id="Quote1876" /> +Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,<br /> +Tears from the depth of some divine despair<br /> +Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,<br /> +In looking on the happy Autumn fields,<br /> +And thinking of the days that are no more.<br /> +1876<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>The Princess,</i> Pt. iv., Line 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1877" id="Quote1877" /> +Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.<br /> +1877<br /> +CAMPBELL: <i>Pl. of Hope,</i> Pt. i., Line 180.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1878" id="Quote1878" /> +Under the sod and the dew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waiting the judgment day;</span><br /> +Love and tears for the Blue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tears and love for the Gray.</span><br /> +1878<br /> +FRANCIS M. FINCH: <i>The Blue and the Gray.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temper.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1879" id="Quote1879" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ye gods, it doth amaze me</span><br /> +A man of such a feeble temper should<br /> +So get the start of the majestic world<br /> +And bear the palm alone.<br /> +1879<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temperance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1880" id="Quote1880" /> +Temp'rate in every place,—abroad, at home.<br /> +Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;<br /> +And health from either—he in time prepares<br /> +For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.<br /> +1880<br /> +CRABBE: <i>The Borough,</i> Letter xvii., Line 198.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tempests.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1881" id="Quote1881" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">The southern wind</span><br /> +Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;<br /> +And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,<br /> +Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.<br /> +1881<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1882" id="Quote1882" /> +Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine<br /> +The surging waters like a mountaine rise,<br /> +And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine,<br /> +To swell above the measure of his guise,<br /> +As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise.<br /> +1882<br /> +SPENSER: <i>Faerie Queene,</i> Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1883" id="Quote1883" /> +From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;<br /> +Till, in the furious elemental war<br /> +Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,<br /> +Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.<br /> +1883<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Summer,</i> Line 799.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1884" id="Quote1884" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The sky</span><br /> +Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,<br /> +In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show<br /> +In forked flashes a commanding tempest.<br /> +1884<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Temptation.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1885" id="Quote1885" /> +Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,<br /> +The instruments of darkness tell us truths;<br /> +Win us with honest trifles, to betray us<br /> +In deepest consequence.<br /> +1885<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1886" id="Quote1886" /> +'Tis the temptation of the devil<br /> +That makes all human actions evil;<br /> +For saints may do the same things by<br /> +The spirit, in sincerity,<br /> +Which other men are tempted to,<br /> +And at the devil's instance do:<br /> +And yet the actions be contrary,<br /> +Just as the saints and wicked vary.<br /> +1886<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1887" id="Quote1887" /> +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lives whom we call dead.</span><br /> +1887<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Resignation</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tenderness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1888" id="Quote1888" /> +Higher than the perfect song<br /> +For which love longeth,<br /> +Is the tender fear of wrong,<br /> +That never wrongeth.<br /> +1888<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Improvisations,</i> Pt. v.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tents.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1889" id="Quote1889" /> +Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as silently steal away.</span><br /> +1889<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>The Day is Done.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Terror.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1890" id="Quote1890" /> +There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.<br /> +1890<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Test.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1891" id="Quote1891" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Bring me to the test,</span><br /> +And I the matter will re-word.<br /> +1891<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Text.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1892" id="Quote1892" /> +And many a holy text around she strews,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That teach the rustic moralist to die.</span><br /> +1892<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 21.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thankfulness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1893" id="Quote1893" /> +The poorest service is repaid with thanks.<br /> +1893<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tam. of the S.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1894" id="Quote1894" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Thanks to men</span><br /> +Of noble minds, is honorable meed.<br /> +1894<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Titus And.,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Theatre.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1895" id="Quote1895" /> +As in a theatre, the eyes of men,<br /> +After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,<br /> +Are idly bent on him that enters next,<br /> +Thinking his prattle to be tedious.<br /> +1895<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thief.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1896" id="Quote1896" /> +The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.<br /> +1896<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Othello,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thirst.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1897" id="Quote1897" /> +That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath<br /> +Of those that die the soldier's fiery death,<br /> +In vain impels the burning mouth to crave<br /> +One drop—the last—to cool it for the grave.<br /> +1897<br /> +BYRON: <i>Lara,</i> Canto ii., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thorn.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1898" id="Quote1898" /> +Why are we fond of toil and care?<br /> +Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?<br /> +1898<br /> +J.M. USTERI: <i>Life let us Cherish.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thought.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1899" id="Quote1899" /> +Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.<br /> +1899<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1900" id="Quote1900" /> +Thought alone is eternal.<br /> +1900<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1901" id="Quote1901" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">No thought which ever stirred</span><br /> +A human breast should be untold.<br /> +1901<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Paracelsus,</i> Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1902" id="Quote1902" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thought leapt out to wed with Thought</span><br /> +Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.<br /> +1902<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. xxiii., St. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1903" id="Quote1903" /> +Thought is deeper than all speech,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feeling deeper than all thought;</span><br /> +Souls to souls can never teach<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What unto themselves was taught.</span><br /> +1903<br /> +CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: <i>Stanzas.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thread.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1904" id="Quote1904" /> +Sewing at once a double thread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shroud as well as a shirt.</span><br /> +1904<br /> +HOOD: <i>Song of the Shirt.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Threats.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1905" id="Quote1905" /> +If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,<br /> +And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till<br /> +Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.<br /> +1905<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1906" id="Quote1906" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Back to thy punishment,</span><br /> +False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,<br /> +Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue<br /> +Thy ling'ring.<br /> +1906<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 699.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thrift.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1907" id="Quote1907" /> +Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats<br /> +Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.<br /> +1907<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Throne.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1908" id="Quote1908" /> +High on a throne of royal state, which far<br /> +Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind.<br /> +1908<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thunder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1909" id="Quote1909" /> +And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,<br /> +Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.<br /> +1909<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Annus Mirabilis,</i> St. 39.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1910" id="Quote1910" /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Far along,</span><br /> +From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,<br /> +Leaps the live thunder.<br /> +1910<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 92.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tide.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1911" id="Quote1911" /> +Even at the turning o' the tide.<br /> +1911<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1912" id="Quote1912" /> +There is a tide in the affairs of men<br /> +Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.<br /> +1912<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Time.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1913" id="Quote1913" /> +I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.<br /> +1913<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1914" id="Quote1914" /> +Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old time is still a-flying;</span><br /> +And this same flower that smiles to-day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To-morrow will be dying.</span><br /> +1914<br /> +HERRICK: <i>To Virgins to Make Much of Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1915" id="Quote1915" /> +Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!<br /> +Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth—<br /> +Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth—<br /> +And motionless forever stands the PAST.<br /> +1915<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Sentences of Confucius, Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tithes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1916" id="Quote1916" /> +This priest he merry is and blithe<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three quarters of a year,</span><br /> +But oh! it cuts him like a scythe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When tithing-time draws near.</span><br /> +1916<br /> +COWPER: <i>Yearly Distress,</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Titles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1917" id="Quote1917" /> +We all are soldiers, and all venture lives;<br /> +And where there is no difference in men's worth,<br /> +Titles are jests.<br /> +1917<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>King or No King,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1918" id="Quote1918" /> +Titles are marks of honest men and wise;<br /> +The fool or knave that wears a title, lies.<br /> +1918<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire i., Line 137.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toad.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1919" id="Quote1919" /> +Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.<br /> +1919<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 800.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tobacco.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1920" id="Quote1920" /> +Sublime tobacco! which from east to west<br /> +Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.<br /> +1920<br /> +BYRON: <i>The Island,</i> Canto ii., St. 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>To-day.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1921" id="Quote1921" /> +Happy the man and happy he alone,<br /> +He who can call to-day his own.<br /> +1921<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Im. of Horace,</i> Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1922" id="Quote1922" /> +Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day;<br /> +And in one little word, our life, what is it but—To-day?<br /> +1922<br /> +TUPPER: <i>Proverbial Phil. of To-day</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toil.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1923" id="Quote1923" /> +No man is born into the world whose work<br /> +Is not born with him. There is always work,<br /> +And tools to work withal, for those who will;<br /> +And blessed are the horny hands of toil.<br /> +1923<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>A Glance Behind the Curtain.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tomb.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1924" id="Quote1924" /> +E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.</span><br /> +1924<br /> +GRAY: <i>Elegy,</i> St. 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>To-morrow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1925" id="Quote1925" /> +To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,<br /> +Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,<br /> +To the last syllable of recorded time;<br /> +And all our yesterdays have lighted fools<br /> +The way to dusty death.<br /> +1925<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act v., Sc. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1926" id="Quote1926" /> +Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,<br /> +To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise.<br /> +1926<br /> +CONGREVE: <i>Letter to Cobham.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1927" id="Quote1927" /> +To-morrow comes and we are where?<br /> +Then let us live to-day.<br /> +1927<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>The Victory Feast,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1928" id="Quote1928" /> +Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?<br /> +Whom young and old, and strong and weak,<br /> +Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,<br /> +Thy sweet smiles we ever seek—<br /> +In thy place—ah! well-a-day!<br /> +We find the thing we fled—To-day.<br /> +1928<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>To-morrow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tongue.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1929" id="Quote1929" /> +While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.<br /> +1929<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tempest,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1930" id="Quote1930" /> +No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,<br /> +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee<br /> +Where thrift may follow fawning.<br /> +1930<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1931" id="Quote1931" /> +Sacred interpreter of human thought,<br /> +How few respect or use thee as they ought!<br /> +But all shall give account of every wrong,<br /> +Who dare dishonor or defile the tongue.<br /> +1931<br /> +COWPER: <i>Conversation,</i> Line 23.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tools.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1932" id="Quote1932" /> +For all a rhetorician's rules<br /> +Teach nothing but to name his tools.<br /> +1932<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. i., Canto i., Line 89.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toothache.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1933" id="Quote1933" /> +There was never yet philosopher<br /> +That could endure the toothache patiently.<br /> +1933<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Torrent.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1934" id="Quote1934" /> +So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar<br /> +But bind him to his native mountains more.<br /> +1934<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 217.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Torture.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1935" id="Quote1935" /> +The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,<br /> +And boil in endless torture.<br /> +1935<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 69.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Towers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1936" id="Quote1936" /> +Towers and battlements it sees<br /> +Bosom'd high in tufted trees.<br /> +1936<br /> +MILTON: <i>L'Allegro,</i> Line 75.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Town.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1937" id="Quote1937" /> +God made the country, and man made the town.<br /> +1937<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk i., Line 749.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toys.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1938" id="Quote1938" /> +Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,<br /> +And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.<br /> +1938<br /> +AKENSIDE: <i>Virtuoso,</i> St. 10.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trade.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1939" id="Quote1939" /> +But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train<br /> +Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain;<br /> +Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose,<br /> +Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose.<br /> +1939<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village,</i> Line 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1940" id="Quote1940" /> +Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.<br /> +1940<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>Line added to Goldsmith's Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tranquillity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1941" id="Quote1941" /> +Like ships that have gone down at sea<br /> +When heaven was all tranquillity.<br /> +1941<br /> +MOORE: <i>Lalla Rookh, The Light of the Harem.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Traveller—Travelling.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1942" id="Quote1942" /> +Now spurs the lated traveller apace<br /> +To gain the timely inn.<br /> +1942<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1943" id="Quote1943" /> +When I was at home, I was in a better place;<br /> +But travellers must be content.<br /> +1943<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>As You Like It,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1944" id="Quote1944" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">In travelling</span><br /> +I shape myself betimes to idleness<br /> +And take fools' pleasures....<br /> +1944<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. i.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Treason.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1945" id="Quote1945" /> +Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,<br /> +Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.<br /> +1945<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1946" id="Quote1946" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">So Judas kiss'd his master,</span><br /> +And cried—All hail! when as he meant—all harm.<br /> +1946<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1947" id="Quote1947" /> +Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?<br /> +Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.<br /> +1947<br /> +SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: <i>Epigrams,</i> Bk. iv., Epigram 5.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1948" id="Quote1948" /> +Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;<br /> +Successful crimes alone are justified.<br /> +1948<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Medals,</i> Line 207.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Treasure.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1949" id="Quote1949" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">The unsunn'd heaps</span><br /> +Of miser's treasure.<br /> +1949<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 398.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trees.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1950" id="Quote1950" /> +Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun<br /> +Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look<br /> +On a departing lover—most serene.<br /> +1950<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>Pauline,</i> Line 726.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1951" id="Quote1951" /> +The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned<br /> +To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,<br /> +And spread the roof above them.<br /> +1951<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Forest Hymn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1952" id="Quote1952" /> +Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,<br /> +Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,<br /> +Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,<br /> +Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.<br /> +1952<br /> +HENRY VAUGHAN: <i>The Timber.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1953" id="Quote1953" /> +A brotherhood of venerable trees.<br /> +1953<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Sonnet composed at —— Castle.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trial.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1954" id="Quote1954" /> +We learn through trial.<br /> +1954<br /> +MARGARET J. PRESTON: <i>Attainment,</i> St. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trifles.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1955" id="Quote1955" /> +Since trifles make the sum of human things,<br /> +And half our misery from our foibles springs.<br /> +1955<br /> +HANNAH MORE: <i>Sensibility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1956" id="Quote1956" /> +Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;<br /> +Small sands the mountain, moments make the year;<br /> +And trifles life.<br /> +1956<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Love of Fame,</i> Satire vi., Line 193.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Triumph.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1957" id="Quote1957" /> +Why comes temptation, but for man to meet<br /> +And master, and make crouch beneath his foot,<br /> +And so be pedestaled in triumph?<br /> +1957<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>The Ring and the Book,</i> Line 1185.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trouble.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1958" id="Quote1958" /> +Double, double toil and trouble,<br /> +Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.<br /> +1958<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Macbeth,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1959" id="Quote1959" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To be, or not to be: that is the question:</span><br /> +Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer<br /> +The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune,<br /> +Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,<br /> +And by opposing end them.<br /> +1959<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Truth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1960" id="Quote1960" /> +Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.<br /> +1960<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>The Frankeleines Tale,</i> Line 11789.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1961" id="Quote1961" /> +O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.<br /> +1961<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>1 Henry IV.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1962" id="Quote1962" /> +Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:<br /> +The eternal years of God are hers.<br /> +1962<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>The Battle-field.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1963" id="Quote1963" /> +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;<br /> +A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.<br /> +1963<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 13.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1964" id="Quote1964" /> +Truth has such a face and such a mien,<br /> +As to be lov'd, needs only to be seen.<br /> +1964<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Hind and Panther,</i> Pt. i., Line 33.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1965" id="Quote1965" /> +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,<br /> +And all are slaves beside.<br /> +1965<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 133.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1966" id="Quote1966" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Truth is one;</span><br /> +And, in all lands beneath the sun,<br /> +Whoso hath eyes to see may see<br /> +The tokens of its unity.<br /> +1966<br /> +WHITTIER: <i>Miriam.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1967" id="Quote1967" /> +Truth is truth howe'er it strike.<br /> +1967<br /> +ROBERT BROWNING: <i>La Saisiaz,</i> Line 198.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1968" id="Quote1968" /> +I love truth: truth's no cleaner thing than love.<br /> +1968<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. iii., Line 735.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1969" id="Quote1969" /> +Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all<br /> +Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.<br /> +1969<br /> +KEATS: <i>Ode on a Grecian Urn.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1970" id="Quote1970" /> +Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.<br /> +1970<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Present Crisis,</i> St. 8.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tulips.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1971" id="Quote1971" /> +Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays<br /> +Her idle freaks; from family diffused<br /> +To family, as flies the father-dust,<br /> +The varied colors run; and while they break<br /> +On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks,<br /> +With secret pride, the wonders of his hand.<br /> +1971<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Spring,</i> Line 539.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tune.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1972" id="Quote1972" /> +Strange that a harp of thousand strings<br /> +Should keep in tune so long!<br /> +1972<br /> +WATTS: <i>Hymns and Spiritual Songs,</i> Bk. ii., Hymn 19.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Turf.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1973" id="Quote1973" /> +Green be the turf above thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Friend of my better days!</span><br /> +1973<br /> +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: <i>On Joseph Rodman Drake.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Turk.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1974" id="Quote1974" /> +Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,<br /> +Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.<br /> +1974<br /> +POPE: <i>Prologue to the Satires,</i> Line 197.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Twilight.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1975" id="Quote1975" /> +Now came still evening on, and twilight gray<br /> +Had in her sober livery all things clad.<br /> +1975<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. iv., Line 598.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1976" id="Quote1976" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Peacefully</span><br /> +The quiet stars came out, one after one;<br /> +The holy twilight fell upon the sea,<br /> +The summer day was done.<br /> +1976<br /> +CELIA THAXTER: <i>A Summer Day,</i> St. 15<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tyranny.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1977" id="Quote1977" /> +'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.<br /> +1977<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Pericles,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1978" id="Quote1978" /> +'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known—<br /> +Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own.<br /> +1978<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. Kings and Tyrants.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1979" id="Quote1979" /> +Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that<br /> +Of blood and chains?<br /> +1979<br /> +BYRON: <i>Sardanapalus,</i> Act i., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_U" id="Alphabet_U" /> +<h2>U.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Uncertainty.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1980" id="Quote1980" /> +Oh, how this spring of love resembleth<br /> +The uncertain glory of an April day!<br /> +1980<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Unity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1981" id="Quote1981" /> +Two souls with but a single thought,<br /> +Two hearts that beat as one.<br /> +1981<br /> +MARIA WHITE LOWELL: <i>Ingomar the Barbarian,</i> Act ii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Unkindness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1982" id="Quote1982" /> +This was the most unkindest cut of all.<br /> +1982<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Use.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1983" id="Quote1983" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">These things are beyond all use,</span><br /> +And I do fear them.<br /> +1983<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Jul. Cæsar,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_V" id="Alphabet_V" /> +<h2>V.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vacuity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1984" id="Quote1984" /> +He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,<br /> +And whistled as he went, for want of thought.<br /> +1984<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Cym. and Iph.,</i> Line 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Valentine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1985" id="Quote1985" /> +Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say,<br /> +Birds choose their mates, and couple too, this day;<br /> +But by their flight I never can divine<br /> +When I shall couple with my Valentine.<br /> +1985<br /> +HERRICK: <i>Aph. To His Valentine.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Valor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1986" id="Quote1986" /> +Fear to do base unworthy things is valor;<br /> +If they be done to us, to suffer them,<br /> +Is valor too.<br /> +1986<br /> +BEN JONSON: <i>New Inn,</i> Act iv., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vanity.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1987" id="Quote1987" /> +Light vanity, insatiate cormorant<br /> +Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.<br /> +1987<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1988" id="Quote1988" /> +What dotage will not Vanity maintain?<br /> +What web too weak to catch a modern brain?<br /> +1988<br /> +COWPER: <i>Expostulation,</i> Line 630.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vapor.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1989" id="Quote1989" /> +A wing vapor melting in a tear.<br /> +1989<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xix., Line 143.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Variety.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1990" id="Quote1990" /> +Variety's the very spice of life,<br /> +That gives it all its flavor.<br /> +1990<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 606.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vault.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1991" id="Quote1991" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Heaven's ebon vault</span><br /> +Studded with stars unutterably bright.<br /> +1991<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Queen Mab.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vengeance.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1992" id="Quote1992" /> +In high vengeance there is noble scorn.<br /> +1992<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Venice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1993" id="Quote1993" /> +I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,<br /> +A palace and a prison on each hand.<br /> +1993<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1994" id="Quote1994" /> +In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,<br /> +And silent rows the songless gondolier.<br /> +1994<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iv., St. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Venus.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1995" id="Quote1995" /> +Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,<br /> +And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.<br /> +1995<br /> +POPE: <i>Wife of Bath, Her Prologue,</i> Line 369.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Verse.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1996" id="Quote1996" /> +Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time<br /> +Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme.<br /> +1996<br /> +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1997" id="Quote1997" /> +Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;<br /> +She feels no biting pang the while she sings.<br /> +1997<br /> +RICHARD GIFFORD: <i>Contemplation.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1998" id="Quote1998" /> +There is no vice so simple, but assumes<br /> +Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.<br /> +1998<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote1999" id="Quote1999" /> +I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,<br /> +And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.<br /> +1999<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 760.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2000" id="Quote2000" /> +Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,<br /> +As to be hated needs but to be seen;<br /> +Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,<br /> +We first endure, then pity, then embrace.<br /> +2000<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. ii., Line 217.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Victory.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2001" id="Quote2001" /> +Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,<br /> +And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.<br /> +2001<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2002" id="Quote2002" /> +"But what good came of it at last?"<br /> +Quoth little Peterkin.<br /> +"Why, that I cannot tell," said he;<br /> +"But 'twas a famous victory."<br /> +2002<br /> +ROBERT SOUTHEY: <i>Battle of Blenheim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Village.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2003" id="Quote2003" /> +Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.<br /> +2003<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Des. Village.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2004" id="Quote2004" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Suburban villas, highway-side retreats,</span><br /> +That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets,<br /> +Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze<br /> +With all a July sun's collected rays,<br /> +Delight the citizen, who gasping there,<br /> +Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air.<br /> +2004<br /> +COWPER: <i>Retirement,</i> Line 481.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Villain.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2005" id="Quote2005" /> +Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;<br /> +That when I note another man like him<br /> +I may avoid him.<br /> +2005<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Much Ado,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2006" id="Quote2006" /> +Come, thou monarch of the vine,<br /> +Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!<br /> +2006<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Violet.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2007" id="Quote2007" /> +A violet by a mossy stone<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half hidden from the eye;</span><br /> +Fair as a star, when only one<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is shining in the sky.</span><br /> +2007<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2008" id="Quote2008" /> +Odors, when sweet violets sicken,<br /> +Live within the sense they quicken.<br /> +2008<br /> +SHELLEY: <i>Music, When Soft Voices Die.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2009" id="Quote2009" /> +What thought is folded in thy leaves!<br /> +What tender thought, what speechless pain!<br /> +I hold thy faded lips to mine,<br /> +Thou darling of the April rain!<br /> +2009<br /> +THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: <i>The Faded Violet.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Virtue.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2010" id="Quote2010" /> +Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do;<br /> +Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues<br /> +Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike<br /> +As if we had them not.<br /> +2010<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2011" id="Quote2011" /> +Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues<br /> +We write in water.<br /> +2011<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry III.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2012" id="Quote2012" /> +Assume a virtue if you have it not.<br /> +2012<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2013" id="Quote2013" /> +Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt;<br /> +Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd;<br /> +Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm,<br /> +Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.<br /> +2013<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 589.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2014" id="Quote2014" /> +Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed,<br /> +What then? Is the reward of virtue bread?<br /> +2014<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 149.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vision.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2015" id="Quote2015" /> +And in clear dream and solemn vision<br /> +Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.<br /> +2015<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 453.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Voice.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2016" id="Quote2016" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Her voice was ever soft,</span><br /> +Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.<br /> +2016<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>King Lear,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2017" id="Quote2017" /> +Unheedful vows may needfully be broken.<br /> +2017<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2018" id="Quote2018" /> +It is the hour when lovers' vows<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.</span><br /> +2018<br /> +BYRON: <i>Parisina,</i> St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_W" id="Alphabet_W" /> +<h2>W.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wagers.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2019" id="Quote2019" /> +Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers<br /> +Say fools for arguments use wagers.<br /> +2019<br /> +BUTLER: <i>Hudibras,</i> Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Walks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2020" id="Quote2020" /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">A pillar'd shade</span><br /> +High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.<br /> +2020<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 1106.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2021" id="Quote2021" /> +Whene'er I take my walks abroad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many poor I see!</span><br /> +2021<br /> +WATTS: <i>Divine Songs,</i> Song iv.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>War.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2022" id="Quote2022" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O war, thou son of hell,</span><br /> +Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,<br /> +Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part<br /> +Hot coals of vengeance!—Let no soldier fly;<br /> +He that is truly delicate to war<br /> +Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself.<br /> +2022<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act v., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2023" id="Quote2023" /> +Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.<br /> +2023<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2024" id="Quote2024" /> +War's a game, which, were their subjects wise,<br /> +Kings would not play at.<br /> +2024<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. v., Line 186.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2025" id="Quote2025" /> +War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"<br /> +2025<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto i., St. 86.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2026" id="Quote2026" /> +War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous,<br /> +Sweet is the smell of powder.<br /> +2026<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Courtship of Miles Standish,</i> Pt. iv., Line 135.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warning.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2027" id="Quote2027" /> +Men that stumble at the threshold,<br /> +Are well foretold that danger lurks within.<br /> +2027<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warrior.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2028" id="Quote2028" /> +But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his martial cloak around him.</span><br /> +2028<br /> +CHARLES WOLFE: <i>Burial of Sir John Moore.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Washington.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2029" id="Quote2029" /> +Washington's a watchword such as ne'er<br /> +Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.<br /> +2029<br /> +BYRON: <i>Age of Bronze,</i> St. 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Water.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2030" id="Quote2030" /> +Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.<br /> +2030<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry VI.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2031" id="Quote2031" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Till taught by pain,</span><br /> +Men really know not what good water's worth:<br /> +If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,<br /> +Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth,<br /> +Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,<br /> +You'd wish yourself where truth is—in a well.<br /> +2031<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto ii., St. 84.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wave.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2032" id="Quote2032" /> +So gently shuts the eye of day;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So dies a wave along the shore.</span><br /> +2032<br /> +MRS. BARBAULD: <i>Death of the Virtuous.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2033" id="Quote2033" /> +A life on the ocean wave!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A home on the rolling deep,</span><br /> +Where the scattered waters rave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the winds their revels keep!</span><br /> +2033<br /> +EPES SARGENT: <i>Life On the Ocean Wave.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Way.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2034" id="Quote2034" /> +Like one that had been led astray<br /> +Through the heav'n's wide, pathless way.<br /> +2034<br /> +MILTON: <i>Il Penseroso,</i> Line 65.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Weakness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2035" id="Quote2035" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If weakness may excuse,</span><br /> +What murderer, what traitor, parricide,<br /> +Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?<br /> +All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,<br /> +With God or man will gain thee no remission.<br /> +2035<br /> +MILTON: <i>Sam. Agonistes,</i> Line 831.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wealth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2036" id="Quote2036" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">If thou art rich, thou art poor;</span><br /> +For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,<br /> +Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey,<br /> +And death unloads thee.<br /> +2036<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. for M.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2037" id="Quote2037" /> +To purchase heaven, has gold the power?<br /> +Can gold remove the mortal hour?<br /> +In life, can love be bought with gold?<br /> +Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?<br /> +2037<br /> +DR. JOHNSON: <i>To a Friend.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Weeds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2038" id="Quote2038" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Have hung</span><br /> +My dank and dropping weeds<br /> +To the stern god of sea.<br /> +2038<br /> +MILTON: <i>Tr. of Horace,</i> Bk. i., Ode 5.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Welcome.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2039" id="Quote2039" /> +So, you are very welcome to our house.<br /> +It must appear in other ways than words,<br /> +Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.<br /> +2039<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2040" id="Quote2040" /> +A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,<br /> +And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.<br /> +2040<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Coriolanus,</i> Act ii., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wheel.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2041" id="Quote2041" /> +I wandered by the brookside,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wandered by the mill;</span><br /> +I could not hear the brook flow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The noisy wheel was still.</span><br /> +2041<br /> +RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: <i>The Brookside.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wickedness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2042" id="Quote2042" /> +There is a method in man's wickedness,—<br /> +It grows up by degrees.<br /> +2042<br /> +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>A King and No King,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Widows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2043" id="Quote2043" /> +May widows wed as often as they can,<br /> +And ever for the better change their man;<br /> +And some devouring plague pursue their lives,<br /> +Who will not well be govern'd by their wives.<br /> +2043<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Wife of Bath,</i> Line 543.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wife.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2044" id="Quote2044" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She is mine own:</span><br /> +And I as rich in having such a jewel,<br /> +As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,<br /> +The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.<br /> +2044<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2045" id="Quote2045" /> +We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,<br /> +Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.<br /> +2045<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2046" id="Quote2046" /> +The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks,<br /> +Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,<br /> +Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.<br /> +2046<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 267.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2047" id="Quote2047" /> +She is a bonnie wee thing,<br /> +This sweet wee wife o' mine.<br /> +2047<br /> +BURNS: <i>My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2048" id="Quote2048" /> +The world well tried—the sweetest thing in life<br /> +Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.<br /> +2048<br /> +N.P. WILLIS: <i>Lady Jane,</i> Canto ii., St. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wilderness.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2049" id="Quote2049" /> +Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,<br /> +Some boundless contiguity of shade.<br /> +2049<br /> +COWPER: <i>Task,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Will.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2050" id="Quote2050" /> +A weapon that comes down as still<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As snowflakes fall upon the sod;</span><br /> +But executes a freeman's will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As lightning does the will of God.</span><br /> +2050<br /> +JOHN PIERPONT: <i>A Word from a Petitioner.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Willow.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2051" id="Quote2051" /> +A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, willow, willow, willow!</span><br /> +With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, willow, willow, willow!</span><br /> +2051<br /> +THOMAS PERCY: <i>Willow, Willow, Willow.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wind.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2052" id="Quote2052" /> +What wind blew you hither, Pistol?<br /> +Not the ill wind which blows none to good.<br /> +2052<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2053" id="Quote2053" /> +The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes<br /> +The doors and window-blinds and makes<br /> +Mysterious moanings in the halls;<br /> +The convent-chimneys seem almost<br /> +The trumpets of some heavenly host,<br /> +Setting its watch upon our walls!<br /> +2053<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Christus, Abbot Joachim.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2054" id="Quote2054" /> +A gentle wind of western birth,<br /> +From some far summer sea,<br /> +Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.<br /> +2054<br /> +GEORGE MACDONALD: <i>Songs of the Spring Days.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2055" id="Quote2055" /> +A melancholy sound is in the air,<br /> +A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail<br /> +Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.<br /> +2055<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Rain Dream.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Windows.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2056" id="Quote2056" /> +Rich windows that exclude the light,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And passages that lead to nothing.</span><br /> +2056<br /> +GRAY: <i>A Long Story.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wine.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2057" id="Quote2057" /> +Wine makes Love forget its care,<br /> +And mirth exalts a feast.<br /> +2057<br /> +PARNELL: <i>Anacreontic, "Gay Bacchus, etc.",</i> St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2058" id="Quote2058" /> +And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,<br /> +Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.<br /> +2058<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. xiv., Line 520.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2059" id="Quote2059" /> +This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing<br /> +To waft me from distraction.<br /> +2059<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 85.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2060" id="Quote2060" /> +How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,<br /> +The morne not waking til she sings.<br /> +2060<br /> +JOHN LYLY: <i>Cupid and Campaspe,</i> Act v., Sc. 1<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Winter.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2061" id="Quote2061" /> +Now is the winter of our discontent<br /> +Made glorious summer by this sun of York.<br /> +2061<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2062" id="Quote2062" /> +See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,<br /> +Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,<br /> +Vapors, and clouds, and storms.<br /> +2062<br /> +THOMSON: <i>Seasons, Winter,</i> Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2063" id="Quote2063" /> +But Winter has yet brighter scenes—he boasts<br /> +Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;<br /> +Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods<br /> +All flushed with many hues.<br /> +2063<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>A Winter Piece.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2064" id="Quote2064" /> +No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,<br /> +But winter lingering chills the lap of May.<br /> +2064<br /> +GOLDSMITH: <i>Traveller,</i> Line 171.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2065" id="Quote2065" /> +In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane<br /> +The redbreast looks in vain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For hips and haws,</span><br /> +Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silver pencil of the winter draws.</span><br /> +2065<br /> +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: <i>Winter.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wisdom.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2066" id="Quote2066" /> +Wisdom and fortune combating together,<br /> +If that the former dare but what it can,<br /> +No chance may shake it.<br /> +2066<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Ant. and Cleo.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 11.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2067" id="Quote2067" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">What is it to be wise?</span><br /> +'Tis but to know how little can be known;<br /> +To see all others' faults, and feel your own.<br /> +2067<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 260.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2068" id="Quote2068" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The stream from Wisdom's well,</span><br /> +Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.<br /> +2068<br /> +BAYARD TAYLOR: <i>Wisdom of All.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2069" id="Quote2069" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">And Wisdom's self</span><br /> +Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude.<br /> +2069<br /> +MILTON: <i>Comus,</i> Line 373.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wishes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2070" id="Quote2070" /> +Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.<br /> +2070<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>2 Henry IV.,</i> Act iv., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2071" id="Quote2071" /> +Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.<br /> +2071<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night v., Line 662.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wit—Wits.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2072" id="Quote2072" /> +I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,<br /> +That hath but one hole for to sterten to.<br /> +2072<br /> +CHAUCER: <i>Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,</i> Line 6154.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2073" id="Quote2073" /> +Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking<br /> +Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.<br /> +2073<br /> +HERBERT: <i>Temple, Church Porch,</i> St. 41.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2074" id="Quote2074" /> +Great wits are sure to madness near allied,<br /> +And thin partitions do their bounds divide.<br /> +2074<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Absalom and Achitophel,</i> Pt. i., Line 163.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2075" id="Quote2075" /> +Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,<br /> +Treat those of common parts with proud disdain.<br /> +2075<br /> +CRABBE: <i>Patron,</i> Line 229.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2076" id="Quote2076" /> +Though I am young, I scorn to flit<br /> +On the wings of borrowed wit.<br /> +2076<br /> +GEORGE WITHER: <i>The Shepherd's Hunting.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Witches.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2077" id="Quote2077" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Midnight hags,</span><br /> +By force of potent spells, of bloody characters,<br /> +And conjurations, horrible to hear,<br /> +Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep,<br /> +And set the ministers of hell at work.<br /> +2077<br /> +ROWE: <i>Jane Shore,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woe.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2078" id="Quote2078" /> +But I have that within which passeth show;<br /> +These but the trappings and the suits of woe.<br /> +2078<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2079" id="Quote2079" /> +Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;<br /> +They love a train, they tread each other's heel.<br /> +2079<br /> +YOUNG: <i>Night Thoughts,</i> Night iii., Line 63.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2080" id="Quote2080" /> +Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure<br /> +Thrill the deepest notes of woe.<br /> +2080<br /> +BURNS: <i>Sweet Sensibility.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wolf.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2081" id="Quote2081" /> +He's the symbol of hunger the whole earth through,<br /> +His spectre sits at the door or cave,<br /> +And the homeless hear with a thrill of fear<br /> +The sound of his wind-swept voice on the air.<br /> +2081<br /> +HAMLIN GARLAND: <i>The Gaunt Gray Wolf.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2082" id="Quote2082" /> +Women are as roses; whose fair flower,<br /> +Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.<br /> +2082<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Tw. Night,</i> Act ii., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2083" id="Quote2083" /> +Honor to women! to them it is given<br /> +To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven.<br /> +2083<br /> +SCHILLER: <i>Honor to Women.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2084" id="Quote2084" /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nothing lovelier can be found</span><br /> +In woman, than to study household good,<br /> +And good works in her husband to promote.<br /> +2084<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ix., Line 232.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2085" id="Quote2085" /> +O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee<br /> +To temper man; we had been brutes without you.<br /> +2085<br /> +OTWAY: <i>Venice Preserved,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2086" id="Quote2086" /> +Where is the man who has the power and skill<br /> +To stem the torrent of a woman's will?<br /> +For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;<br /> +And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.<br /> +2086<br /> +<i>Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Dane John Field, Canterbury.</i> [<i>Examiner</i>: May 31, 1829.]</span><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2087" id="Quote2087" /> +And yet believe me, good as well as ill,<br /> +Woman's at best a contradiction still.<br /> +Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can<br /> +Its last best work, but forms a softer man.<br /> +2087<br /> +POPE: <i>Moral Essays,</i> Epis. ii., Line 269.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2088" id="Quote2088" /> +Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.<br /> +2088<br /> +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: <i>Irene.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2089" id="Quote2089" /> +And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify<br /> +A woman; so she's good, what does it signify?<br /> +2089<br /> +BYRON: <i>Don Juan,</i> Canto xiv., St. 57.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2090" id="Quote2090" /> +Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,<br /> +Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,<br /> +And variable as the shade<br /> +By the light quivering aspen made;<br /> +When pain and anguish wring the brow,<br /> +A ministering angel thou!<br /> +2090<br /> +SCOTT: <i>Marmion,</i> Canto vi., St. 30.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2091" id="Quote2091" /> +The woman that deliberates is lost.<br /> +2091<br /> +ADDISON: <i>Cato,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2092" id="Quote2092" /> +A woman mixed of such fine elements<br /> +That were all virtue and religion dead<br /> +She'd make them newly, being what she was.<br /> +2092<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>The Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. ii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2093" id="Quote2093" /> +Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen,<br /> +We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.<br /> +2093<br /> +RUDYARD KIPLING: <i>An Imperial Rescript.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wonder.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2094" id="Quote2094" /> +A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!<br /> +2094<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto ii., St. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodland.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2095" id="Quote2095" /> +Yon woodland, like a human mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has many a phase of dark and light;</span><br /> +Now dim with shadows wandering blind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now radiant with fair shapes of light.</span><br /> +2095<br /> +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: <i>The Woodland.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodman.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2096" id="Quote2096" /> +Woodman, spare that tree!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Touch not a single bough!</span><br /> +In youth it sheltered me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll protect it now.</span><br /> +2096<br /> +GEORGE P. MORRIS: <i>Woodman, Spare that Tree.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woods.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2097" id="Quote2097" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Fresh gales and gentle airs</span><br /> +Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings<br /> +Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub.<br /> +2097<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. viii., Line 508.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Words.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2098" id="Quote2098" /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">'Tis well said again,</span><br /> +And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:<br /> +And yet words are no deeds.<br /> +2098<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2099" id="Quote2099" /> +My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:<br /> +Words without thoughts, never to heaven go.<br /> +2099<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iii., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2100" id="Quote2100" /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Apt words have power to 'suage</span><br /> +The tumors of a troubled mind;<br /> +And are as balm to fester'd wounds.<br /> +2100<br /> +MILTON: <i>Samson Agonistes,</i> Line 184.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2101" id="Quote2101" /> +Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.<br /> +2101<br /> +GEORGE ELIOT: <i>Spanish Gypsy,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2102" id="Quote2102" /> +Words, however, are things.<br /> +2102<br /> +OWEN MEREDITH: <i>Lucile,</i> Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wordsworth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2103" id="Quote2103" /> +Time may restore us in his course<br /> +Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;<br /> +But where will Europe's latter hour<br /> +Again find Wordsworth's healing power?<br /> +2103<br /> +MATTHEW ARNOLD: <i>Memorial Verses.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Work.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2104" id="Quote2104" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Free men freely work:</span><br /> +Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.<br /> +2104<br /> +MRS. BROWNING: <i>Aurora Leigh,</i> Bk. viii., Line 752.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2105" id="Quote2105" /> +Men must work, and women must weep.<br /> +2105<br /> +CHARLES KINGSLEY: <i>The Three Fishers.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>World.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2106" id="Quote2106" /> +Why, then, the world's mine oyster,<br /> +Which I with sword will open.<br /> +2106<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Mer. W. of W.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2107" id="Quote2107" /> +You have too much respect upon the world:<br /> +They lose it that do buy it with much care.<br /> +2107<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>M. of Venice,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2108" id="Quote2108" /> +Fast by hanging in a golden chain,<br /> +This pendent world, in bigness as a star.<br /> +2108<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. ii., Line 1051.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2109" id="Quote2109" /> +This world is all a fleeting show,<br /> +For man's illusion given;<br /> +The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,<br /> +Deceitful shine, deceitful flow—<br /> +There 's nothing true but Heaven.<br /> +2109<br /> +MOORE: <i>This World is all a Fleeting Show.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2110" id="Quote2110" /> +I have not loved the world, nor the world me.<br /> +2110<br /> +BYRON: <i>Ch. Harold,</i> Canto iii., St. 113.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worm.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2111" id="Quote2111" /> +The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.<br /> +2111<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>3 Henry VI.,</i> Act ii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worship.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2112" id="Quote2112" /> +There may be worship without words.<br /> +2112<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>My Cathedral.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Worth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2113" id="Quote2113" /> +Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;<br /> +The rest is all but leather or prunella.<br /> +2113<br /> +POPE: <i>Essay on Man,</i> Epis. iv., Line 203.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wounds.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2114" id="Quote2114" /> +Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.<br /> +2114<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act v., Sc. 3.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2115" id="Quote2115" /> +Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike.<br /> +2115<br /> +POPE: <i>Prol. to the Satires,</i> Line 201.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrath.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2116" id="Quote2116" /> +Come not within the measure of my wrath.<br /> +2116<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act v., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2117" id="Quote2117" /> +Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring<br /> +Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!<br /> +2117<br /> +POPE: <i>Iliad,</i> Bk. i., Line 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wreaths.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2118" id="Quote2118" /> +Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,<br /> +Our bruised arms hung up for monuments.<br /> +2118<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrecks.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2119" id="Quote2119" /> +Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,<br /> +Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon.<br /> +2119<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard III.,</i> Act i., Sc. 4.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wretch.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2120" id="Quote2120" /> +A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,<br /> +A living dead man.<br /> +2120<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Com. of Errors,</i> Act v., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Writing.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2121" id="Quote2121" /> +You write with ease to show your breeding,<br /> +But easy writing's curs'd hard reading.<br /> +2121<br /> +SHERIDAN: <i>Clio's Prot.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2122" id="Quote2122" /> +Of all those arts in which the wise excel,<br /> +Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.<br /> +2122<br /> +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: <i>Essay on Poetry.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wrong.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2123" id="Quote2123" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Behold on wrong</span><br /> +Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!<br /> +2123<br /> +POPE: <i>Odyssey,</i> Bk. viii., Line 367.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2124" id="Quote2124" /> +Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.<br /> +2124<br /> +WORDSWORTH: <i>Excursion,</i> Bk. iii.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_X" id="Alphabet_X" /> +<h2>X.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Xerxes.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2125" id="Quote2125" /> +Xerxes did die,<br /> +And so must I.<br /> +2125<br /> +<i>From the New England Primer.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Y" id="Alphabet_Y" /> +<h2>Y.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Years.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2126" id="Quote2126" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Jumping o'er times,</span><br /> +Turning the accomplishment of many years<br /> +Into an hourglass.<br /> +2126<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry V.,</i> Act i., Chorus.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2127" id="Quote2127" /> +Years following years, steal something every day;<br /> +At last they steal us from ourselves away.<br /> +2127<br /> +POPE: Satire vi., Line 72.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2128" id="Quote2128" /> +I sigh not over vanished years,<br /> +But watch the years that hasten by.<br /> +Look, how they come,—a mingled crowd<br /> +Of bright and dark, but rapid days.<br /> +2128<br /> +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: <i>Lapse of Time.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2129" id="Quote2129" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">None would live past years again,</span><br /> +Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.<br /> +2129<br /> +DRYDEN: <i>Aurengzebe,</i> Act iv., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Yesterday.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2130" id="Quote2130" /> +Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return!<br /> +2130<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Richard II.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Yew-Tree.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2131" id="Quote2131" /> +Old yew, which graspest at the stones<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That name the underlying dead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy fibres net the dreamless head,</span><br /> +Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.<br /> +2131<br /> +TENNYSON: <i>In Memoriam,</i> Pt. ii., St. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Youth.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2132" id="Quote2132" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For youth no less becomes</span><br /> +The light and careless livery that it wears,<br /> +Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,<br /> +Importing health and graveness.<br /> +2132<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Hamlet,</i> Act iv., Sc. 7.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2133" id="Quote2133" /> +Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.<br /> +2133<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Two Gent. of V.,</i> Act i., Sc. 1.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2134" id="Quote2134" /> +Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn,<br /> +Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.<br /> +2134<br /> +JEAN INGELOW: <i>Four Bridges,</i> St. 56.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2135" id="Quote2135" /> +How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams<br /> +With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!<br /> +2135<br /> +LONGFELLOW: <i>Morituri Salutamus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2136" id="Quote2136" /> +In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.</span><br /> +2136<br /> +GRAY: <i>Bard,</i> Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</div> +<div><a name="Alphabet_Z" id="Alphabet_Z" /> +<h2>Z.</h2><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Zeal.</b><br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2137" id="Quote2137" /> +Had I but served my God with half the zeal<br /> +I served my king, he would not in mine age<br /> +Have left me naked to mine enemies.<br /> +2137<br /> +SHAKS.: <i>Henry VIII.,</i> Act iii., Sc. 2.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="Quote2138" id="Quote2138" /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">His zeal</span><br /> +None seconded, as out of season judg'd,<br /> +Or singular and rash.<br /> +2138<br /> +MILTON: <i>Par. Lost,</i> Bk. v., Line 849.<br /> +</div> + +<div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_AUTHORS" id="INDEX_TO_AUTHORS" />INDEX TO AUTHORS.</h2> + + +<p>The references which follow the Chronological Data are the <i>numbers</i> +of the Quotations in consecutive order from the respective Authors +under which they are placed.</p> + +<b>Addison, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Milston, Wiltshire, Eng., 1672; d. London, Eng., 1719.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote50">50</a>, <a href="#Quote393">393</a>, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>, <a href="#Quote629">629</a>, <a href="#Quote700">700</a>, <a href="#Quote713">713</a>, <a href="#Quote749">749</a>, <a href="#Quote766">766</a>, <a href="#Quote925">925</a>, <a href="#Quote969">969</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1078">1078</a>, <a href="#Quote1583">1583</a>, <a href="#Quote1814">1814</a>, <a href="#Quote2091">2091</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Akenside, Mark.</b><br /> +b. Newcastle-upon-Tyne, 1721; d. London, Eng., 1770.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1865">1865</a>, <a href="#Quote1938">1938</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aldrich, James.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1810; d 1856.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aldrich, Thomas Bailey.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1836; d. 1907.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote238">238</a>, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>, <a href="#Quote771">771</a>, <a href="#Quote2009">2009</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Allen, Elizabeth Akers.</b><br /> +b. Strong, Me., 1832; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote313">313</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Armstrong, John.</b><br /> +b. Liddesdale, Eng, 1709; d. London, Eng., 1779.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1864">1864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Arnold, Sir Edwin.</b><br /> +b. London, 1832; d. 1904.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote498">498</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Arnold, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. Laleham, Middlesex, Eng., 1822; d. Eng, 1888.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1537">1537</a>, <a href="#Quote2103">2103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Aytoun, William Edmondstoune.</b><br /> +b. Fifeshire, 1813; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1735">1735</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bailey, Philip James.</b><br /> +b. Nottingham, Eng, 1816; d. 1902.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote43">43</a>, <a href="#Quote79">79</a>, <a href="#Quote322">322</a>, <a href="#Quote531">531</a>, <a href="#Quote614">614</a>, <a href="#Quote746">746</a>, <a href="#Quote967">967</a>, <a href="#Quote1349">1349</a>, <a href="#Quote1770">1770</a>, <a href="#Quote1833">1833</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baillie, Joanna.</b><br /> +b. Lanarkshire, Scot, 1762; d. Hampstead, Eng., 1851.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barbauld, Anna Lætitia.</b><br /> +b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1743; d. 1825.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote782">782</a>, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>, <a href="#Quote2032">2032</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barrington, George.</b><br /> +b. Maynooth, Ireland, 1755; d. New South Wales at a great age.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote413">413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Barry, Michael J.</b><br /> +<i>Circa</i> 1815.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1340">1340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Baxter, Richard.</b><br /> +b. Rowdon, Shropshire, Eng., 1615; d. 1691.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1375">1375</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bayly, Thomas Haynes.</b><br /> +b. near Bath, Eng., 1797; d. 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote218">218</a>, <a href="#Quote1335">1335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beattie, James.</b><br /> +b. Laurencekirk Scot., 1735; d. Aberdeen, Scot., 1803.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote60">60</a>, <a href="#Quote485">485</a>, <a href="#Quote670">670</a>, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Beaumont</b> and <b>Fletcher.</b><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beaumont, Francis.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1586; d. 1615.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fletcher, John.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">b. Rye, Eng., 1576; d. London, Eng., 1625.</span><br /> +—<a href="#Quote19">19</a>, <a href="#Quote22">22</a>, <a href="#Quote204">204</a>, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>, <a href="#Quote559">559</a>, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>, <a href="#Quote1154">1154</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1231">1231</a>, <a href="#Quote1568">1568</a>, <a href="#Quote1861">1861</a>, <a href="#Quote1917">1917</a>, <a href="#Quote2042">2042</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Benserade, Isaac de.</b><br /> +b. in Upper Normandy, 1612; d. 1691.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote164">164</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Blair, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1699; d. Athelstaneford, Scot., 1747.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote85">85</a>, <a href="#Quote819">819</a>, <a href="#Quote836">836</a>, <a href="#Quote1651">1651</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Booth, Barton.</b><br /> +b. Lancashire, Eng, 1681; d. 1733.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1354">1354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth.</b><br /> +b. Fredericksvern, Norway, 1848; d. 1895.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1028">1028</a>, <a href="#Quote1162">1162</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bramston, James.</b><br /> +b. England; d. 1744.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote875">875</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brown, John.</b><br /> +b. England, 1715; d. 1766.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote49">49</a>, <a href="#Quote431">431</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Brown, Tom.</b><br /> +b. Shropshire, Eng., 1663; d. 1704.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote562">562</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Browning, Elizabeth Barrett.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1809; d. Florence, Italy, 1861.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote160">160</a>, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>, <a href="#Quote650">650</a>, <a href="#Quote778">778</a>, <a href="#Quote848">848</a>, <a href="#Quote887">887</a>, <a href="#Quote1006">1006</a>, <a href="#Quote1039">1039</a>, <a href="#Quote1073">1073</a>, <a href="#Quote1296">1296</a>, <a href="#Quote1373">1373</a>, <a href="#Quote1659">1659</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1709">1709</a>, <a href="#Quote1733">1733</a>, <a href="#Quote1968">1968</a>, <a href="#Quote2104">2104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Browning, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Camberwell, Eng., 1812; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote65">65</a>, <a href="#Quote129">129</a>, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>, <a href="#Quote474">474</a>, <a href="#Quote519">519</a>, <a href="#Quote681">681</a>, <a href="#Quote747">747</a>, <a href="#Quote865">865</a>, <a href="#Quote993">993</a>, <a href="#Quote994">994</a>, <a href="#Quote996">996</a>, <a href="#Quote1086">1086</a>, <a href="#Quote1123">1123</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1188">1188</a>, <a href="#Quote1222">1222</a>, <a href="#Quote1228">1228</a>, <a href="#Quote1312">1312</a>, <a href="#Quote1344">1344</a>, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>, <a href="#Quote1450">1450</a>, <a href="#Quote1667">1667</a>, <a href="#Quote1710">1710</a>, <a href="#Quote1822">1822</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1825">1825</a>, <a href="#Quote1901">1901</a>, <a href="#Quote1950">1950</a>, <a href="#Quote1957">1957</a>, <a href="#Quote1967">1967</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bryant, William Cullen.</b><br /> +b. Cummington, Mass., 1794; d. New York, 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote234">234</a>, <a href="#Quote240">240</a>, <a href="#Quote317">317</a>, <a href="#Quote627">627</a>, <a href="#Quote697">697</a>, <a href="#Quote725">725</a>, <a href="#Quote758">758</a>, <a href="#Quote851">851</a>, <a href="#Quote906">906</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1155">1155</a>, <a href="#Quote1246">1246</a>, <a href="#Quote1277">1277</a>, <a href="#Quote1321">1321</a>, <a href="#Quote1445">1445</a>, <a href="#Quote1604">1604</a>, <a href="#Quote1663">1663</a>, <a href="#Quote1793">1793</a>, <a href="#Quote1819">1819</a>, <a href="#Quote1951">1951</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1962">1962</a>, <a href="#Quote2055">2055</a>, <a href="#Quote2063">2063</a>, <a href="#Quote2128">2128</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bulwer, Edward George Earle Lytton</b> [Baron Lytton].<br /> +b. London, Eng., 1803; d. Torquay, France, 1873.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1323">1323</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bunn, Alfred.</b><br /> +b. England; d. 1860.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote888">888</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Bunyan, John.</b><br /> +b. Elstow, Eng., 1628; d. London, Eng., 1688.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote664">664</a>, <a href="#Quote1383">1383</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Burns, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Ayr, Scot., 1759; d. Dumfries, Scot., 1796.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote20">20</a>, <a href="#Quote208">208</a>, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>, <a href="#Quote242">242</a>, <a href="#Quote552">552</a>, <a href="#Quote588">588</a>, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>, <a href="#Quote604">604</a>, <a href="#Quote694">694</a>, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>, <a href="#Quote954">954</a>, <a href="#Quote964">964</a>, <a href="#Quote986">986</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1080">1080</a>, <a href="#Quote1095">1095</a>, <a href="#Quote1106">1106</a>, <a href="#Quote1109">1109</a>, <a href="#Quote1129">1129</a>, <a href="#Quote1147">1147</a>, <a href="#Quote1193">1193</a>, <a href="#Quote1345">1345</a>, <a href="#Quote1435">1435</a>, <a href="#Quote1588">1588</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1599">1599</a>, <a href="#Quote1600">1600</a>, <a href="#Quote1642">1642</a>, <a href="#Quote1704">1704</a>, <a href="#Quote2047">2047</a>, <a href="#Quote2080">2080</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Butler, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1612; d. London, Eng., 1680.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote39">39</a>, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>, <a href="#Quote236">236</a>, <a href="#Quote303">303</a>, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>, <a href="#Quote549">549</a>, <a href="#Quote566">566</a>, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote615">615</a>, <a href="#Quote799">799</a>, <a href="#Quote972">972</a>, <a href="#Quote992">992</a>, <a href="#Quote1014">1014</a>, <a href="#Quote1110">1110</a>, <a href="#Quote1209">1209</a>, <a href="#Quote1271">1271</a>, <a href="#Quote1284">1284</a>, <a href="#Quote1334">1334</a>, <a href="#Quote1347">1347</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1394">1394</a>, <a href="#Quote1405">1405</a>, <a href="#Quote1449">1449</a>, <a href="#Quote1496">1496</a>, <a href="#Quote1504">1504</a>, <a href="#Quote1510">1510</a>, <a href="#Quote1557">1557</a>, <a href="#Quote1585">1585</a>, <a href="#Quote1682">1682</a>, <a href="#Quote1705">1705</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1811">1811</a>, <a href="#Quote1852">1852</a>, <a href="#Quote1858">1858</a>, <a href="#Quote1886">1886</a>, <a href="#Quote1932">1932</a>, <a href="#Quote2019">2019</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Byron, George Gordon, Lord.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1788; d. Missolonghi, Greece, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote31">31</a>, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>, <a href="#Quote148">148</a>, <a href="#Quote169">169</a>, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>, <a href="#Quote315">315</a>, <a href="#Quote351">351</a>, <a href="#Quote352">352</a>, <a href="#Quote354">354</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote368">368</a>, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>, <a href="#Quote419">419</a>, <a href="#Quote451">451</a>, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>, <a href="#Quote469">469</a>, <a href="#Quote470">470</a>, <a href="#Quote486">486</a>, <a href="#Quote506">506</a>, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>, <a href="#Quote582">582</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote594">594</a>, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>, <a href="#Quote619">619</a>, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>, <a href="#Quote677">677</a>, <a href="#Quote734">734</a>, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>, <a href="#Quote751">751</a>, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>, <a href="#Quote813">813</a>, <a href="#Quote841">841</a>, <a href="#Quote842">842</a>, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>, <a href="#Quote850">850</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote878">878</a>, <a href="#Quote879">879</a>, <a href="#Quote898">898</a>, <a href="#Quote908">908</a>, <a href="#Quote910">910</a>, <a href="#Quote995">995</a>, <a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>, <a href="#Quote1075">1075</a>, <a href="#Quote1087">1087</a>, <a href="#Quote1115">1115</a>, <a href="#Quote1131">1131</a>, <a href="#Quote1133">1133</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1166">1166</a>, <a href="#Quote1221">1221</a>, <a href="#Quote1229">1229</a>, <a href="#Quote1232">1232</a>, <a href="#Quote1251">1251</a>, <a href="#Quote1275">1275</a>, <a href="#Quote1303">1303</a>, <a href="#Quote1337">1337</a>, <a href="#Quote1391">1391</a>, <a href="#Quote1407">1407</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1419">1419</a>, <a href="#Quote1442">1442</a>, <a href="#Quote1498">1498</a>, <a href="#Quote1506">1506</a>, <a href="#Quote1522">1522</a>, <a href="#Quote1529">1529</a>, <a href="#Quote1538">1538</a>, <a href="#Quote1556">1556</a>, <a href="#Quote1563">1563</a>, <a href="#Quote1573">1573</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1575">1575</a>, <a href="#Quote1580">1580</a>, <a href="#Quote1596">1596</a>, <a href="#Quote1601">1601</a>, <a href="#Quote1620">1620</a>, <a href="#Quote1621">1621</a>, <a href="#Quote1625">1625</a>, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>, <a href="#Quote1672">1672</a>, <a href="#Quote1679">1679</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1686">1686</a>, <a href="#Quote1688">1688</a>, <a href="#Quote1716">1716</a>, <a href="#Quote1718">1718</a>, <a href="#Quote1731">1731</a>, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>, <a href="#Quote1792">1792</a>, <a href="#Quote1794">1794</a>, <a href="#Quote1818">1818</a>, <a href="#Quote1847">1847</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1851">1851</a>, <a href="#Quote1862">1862</a>, <a href="#Quote1884">1884</a>, <a href="#Quote1897">1897</a>, <a href="#Quote1910">1910</a>, <a href="#Quote1920">1920</a>, <a href="#Quote1935">1935</a>, <a href="#Quote1979">1979</a>, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>, <a href="#Quote1994">1994</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>, <a href="#Quote2025">2025</a>, <a href="#Quote2029">2029</a>, <a href="#Quote2031">2031</a>, <a href="#Quote2059">2059</a>, <a href="#Quote2089">2089</a>, <a href="#Quote2094">2094</a>, <a href="#Quote2110">2110</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Campbell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Glasgow, Scot., 1777; d. Boulogne, France, 1844.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote142">142</a>, <a href="#Quote149">149</a>, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>, <a href="#Quote723">723</a>, <a href="#Quote933">933</a>, <a href="#Quote1243">1243</a>, <a href="#Quote1390">1390</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1541">1541</a>, <a href="#Quote1584">1584</a>, <a href="#Quote1593">1593</a>, <a href="#Quote1694">1694</a>, <a href="#Quote1703">1703</a>, <a href="#Quote1741">1741</a>, <a href="#Quote1877">1877</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Canning, George.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1770; d. Cheswick, Eng., 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote729">729</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carey, Henry.</b><br /> +b. 1663; d. Coldbath-Fields, Eng., 1743.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote349">349</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Carlyle, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Ecclefechan, Scot., 1795; d. Chelsea, near London, Eng., 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1090">1090</a>, <a href="#Quote1150">1150</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cary, Alice.</b><br /> +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1820; d. New York City, 1871.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote536">536</a>, <a href="#Quote1262">1262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cary, Phoebe.</b><br /> +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1824; d. New York City, 1871.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote646">646</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chapman, George.</b><br /> +b. Hitchin, Eng, 1557; d. London, Eng., 1634.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote658">658</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chatterton, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Bristol, Eng, 1752; d. London, Eng., 1770.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1136">1136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chaucer, Geoffrey.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1328; d. 1400.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote40">40</a>, <a href="#Quote104">104</a>, <a href="#Quote1647">1647</a>, <a href="#Quote1853">1853</a>, <a href="#Quote1960">1960</a>, <a href="#Quote2072">2072</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Chorley, Henry Fothergill.</b><br /> +b. 1808; d. 1872.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1268">1268</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Churchill, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Westminster, Eng., 1731; d. Boulogne, France, 1764.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote98">98</a>, <a href="#Quote100">100</a>, <a href="#Quote135">135</a>, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>, <a href="#Quote698">698</a>, <a href="#Quote703">703</a>, <a href="#Quote874">874</a>, <a href="#Quote978">978</a>, <a href="#Quote1713">1713</a>, <a href="#Quote1749">1749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Clemmer, Mary.</b><br /> +b. Utica, N.Y., 1839; d. 1884.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote676">676</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Coleridge, Samuel Taylor.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1772; d. London, Eng., 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote71">71</a>, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>, <a href="#Quote484">484</a>, <a href="#Quote599">599</a>, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>, <a href="#Quote728">728</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote979">979</a>, <a href="#Quote1138">1138</a>, <a href="#Quote1227">1227</a>, <a href="#Quote1336">1336</a>, <a href="#Quote1372">1372</a>, <a href="#Quote1379">1379</a>, <a href="#Quote1431">1431</a>, <a href="#Quote1473">1473</a>, <a href="#Quote1507">1507</a>, <a href="#Quote1561">1561</a>, <a href="#Quote1673">1673</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Collins, William.</b><br /> +b. Chichester, Eng., 1720; d. Chichester, Eng., 1756.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote227">227</a>, <a href="#Quote928">928</a>, <a href="#Quote1035">1035</a>, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Colman, George</b> [the younger].<br /> +b. 1762; d. London, Eng., 1836.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote971">971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Congreve, William.</b><br /> +b. Bardsey, Eng., 1670; d. London, Eng., 1729.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote185">185</a>, <a href="#Quote775">775</a>, <a href="#Quote1237">1237</a>, <a href="#Quote1867">1867</a>, <a href="#Quote1926">1926</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cook, Eliza.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1817; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1747">1747</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>"Cornwall, Barry."</b><br /> +<i>See</i> PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowley, Abraham.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1618, d. Chertsey, Eng., 1667.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote479">479</a>, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cowper, William.</b><br /> +b. Great Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire, Eng., 1731; d. 1800.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote30">30</a>, <a href="#Quote102">102</a>, <a href="#Quote146">146</a>, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>, <a href="#Quote403">403</a>, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>, <a href="#Quote591">591</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote656">656</a>, <a href="#Quote739">739</a>, <a href="#Quote762">762</a>, <a href="#Quote868">868</a>, <a href="#Quote889">889</a>, <a href="#Quote914">914</a>, <a href="#Quote960">960</a>, <a href="#Quote1036">1036</a>, <a href="#Quote1079">1079</a>, <a href="#Quote1201">1201</a>, <a href="#Quote1393">1393</a>, <a href="#Quote1401">1401</a>, <a href="#Quote1404">1404</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1437">1437</a>, <a href="#Quote1466">1466</a>, <a href="#Quote1475">1475</a>, <a href="#Quote1571">1571</a>, <a href="#Quote1637">1637</a>, <a href="#Quote1723">1723</a>, <a href="#Quote1752">1752</a>, <a href="#Quote1759">1759</a>, <a href="#Quote1799">1799</a>, <a href="#Quote1916">1916</a>, <a href="#Quote1931">1931</a>, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1965">1965</a>, <a href="#Quote1988">1988</a>, <a href="#Quote1990">1990</a>, <a href="#Quote2004">2004</a>, <a href="#Quote2024">2024</a>, <a href="#Quote2049">2049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crabbe, George.</b><br /> +b. Aldborough, Eng., 1754; d. Trowbridge, Eng., 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote44">44</a>, <a href="#Quote205">205</a>, <a href="#Quote330">330</a>, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>, <a href="#Quote428">428</a>, <a href="#Quote1382">1382</a>, <a href="#Quote1412">1412</a>, <a href="#Quote1515">1515</a>, <a href="#Quote1576">1576</a>, <a href="#Quote1617">1617</a>, <a href="#Quote1702">1702</a>, <a href="#Quote1880">1880</a>, <a href="#Quote2075">2075</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Cranch, Christopher Pearse.</b><br /> +b. Alexandria, Va., 1813; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1903">1903</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Crashaw, Richard.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., about 1616; d. Italy, about 1650.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote541">541</a>, <a href="#Quote814">814</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Croly, George.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1780; d. 1860.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dana, Richard Henry.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1787; d. Boston, Mass., 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1773">1773</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dante, Alighieri.</b><br /> +b. Florence, Italy, 1265; d. Ravenna, 1321.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote936">936</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Darwin, Erasmus.</b><br /> +b. Newark, Eng., 1731; d. Derby, Eng., 1802.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1168">1168</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Defoe, Daniel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1661; d. London, Eng., 1731.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote384">384</a>, <a href="#Quote1300">1300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>De L'Isle, Joseph Rouget.</b><br /> +b. Lons-le Saunice, France, 1760; d. 1836.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote807">807</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dickens, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Landport, near Portsmouth, Eng., 1812; d. Gadshill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">near Rochester, Eng., 1870.</span><br /> +—<a href="#Quote997">997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Donne, John, D.D.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1573; d. London, Eng., 1631.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1821">1821</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dorr, Julia Caroline Ripley.</b><br /> +b. Charleston, S.C., 1825; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1493">1493</a>, <a href="#Quote1830">1830</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Drake, Joseph Rodman.</b><br /> +b. New York City, 1795; d. New York City, 1820.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote714">714</a>, <a href="#Quote761">761</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dryden, John.</b><br /> +b. Aldwinkle, Eng., 1631; d. London, Eng., 1701.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote158">158</a>, <a href="#Quote226">226</a>, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>, <a href="#Quote337">337</a>, <a href="#Quote344">344</a>, <a href="#Quote504">504</a>, <a href="#Quote680">680</a>, <a href="#Quote776">776</a>, <a href="#Quote790">790</a>, <a href="#Quote858">858</a>, <a href="#Quote860">860</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote871">871</a>, <a href="#Quote884">884</a>, <a href="#Quote1179">1179</a>, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>, <a href="#Quote1299">1299</a>, <a href="#Quote1346">1346</a>, <a href="#Quote1358">1358</a>, <a href="#Quote1362">1362</a>, <a href="#Quote1365">1365</a>, <a href="#Quote1425">1425</a>, <a href="#Quote1460">1460</a>, <a href="#Quote1549">1549</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1577">1577</a>, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>, <a href="#Quote1764">1764</a>, <a href="#Quote1772">1772</a>, <a href="#Quote1836">1836</a>, <a href="#Quote1909">1909</a>, <a href="#Quote1921">1921</a>, <a href="#Quote1948">1948</a>, <a href="#Quote1964">1964</a>, <a href="#Quote1984">1984</a>, <a href="#Quote2043">2043</a>, <a href="#Quote2074">2074</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2129">2129</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dwight, Timothy.</b><br /> +b. Northampton, Mass., 1752; d. New Haven, Conn., 1817.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dyer, Sir Edward</b>,<br /> +b. Sharpham, near Glastonbury, <i>circa</i> 1540; d. 1607.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote331">331</a>, <a href="#Quote1190">1190</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Dyer, John.</b><br /> +b. 1700; d. 1758.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1053">1053</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Eliot, George</b> [Marian Evans Cross],<br /> +b. Warwickshire, Eng., 1820; d. London, Eng., 1880.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote862">862</a>, <a href="#Quote1091">1091</a>, <a href="#Quote1256">1256</a>, <a href="#Quote1276">1276</a>, <a href="#Quote1350">1350</a>, <a href="#Quote1478">1478</a>, <a href="#Quote1534">1534</a>, <a href="#Quote1779">1779</a>, <a href="#Quote1832">1832</a>, <a href="#Quote1944">1944</a>, <a href="#Quote1992">1992</a>, <a href="#Quote2092">2092</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2101">2101</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Elliott, Ebenezer.</b><br /> +b. Masborough, Eng., 1781; d. near Barnsley, Eng., 1849.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1046">1046</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Emerson, Ralph Waldo.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1803; d. Concord, Mass., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote105">105</a>, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>, <a href="#Quote249">249</a>, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>, <a href="#Quote605">605</a>, <a href="#Quote759">759</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote765">765</a>, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>, <a href="#Quote817">817</a>, <a href="#Quote944">944</a>, <a href="#Quote1428">1428</a>, <a href="#Quote1648">1648</a>, <a href="#Quote1678">1678</a>, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Everett, Edward.</b><br /> +b. Dorchester, Mass., 1794; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote912">912</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Faber, Frederick William.</b><br /> +b. Durham, Eng., 1814; d. Brompton, Eng., 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1516">1516</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Falconer, William.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1732; shipwrecked near Cape Good Hope, 1769.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>, <a href="#Quote1675">1675</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fenner, Cornelius G.</b><br /> +b. 1822; d. 1847.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1609">1609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fielding, Henry.</b><br /> +b. Sharpham Park, Eng., 1707; d. Lisbon, Spain, 1754.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1330">1330</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fields, James Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1817; d. 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote420">420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Finch, Francis M.</b><br /> +b. Ithaca, N.Y., 1827; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Fletcher, John.</b><br /> +b. Northhamptonshire, Eng., 1576; d. 1625.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1304">1304</a>, <a href="#Quote1655">1655</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ford, John.</b><br /> +b. Islington, Eng., 1586; d. <i>circa</i> 1639.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1159">1159</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Franklin, Benjamin.</b> ["Richard Saunders"].<br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1706; d. Philadelphia, Penn., 1790.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote281">281</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garland, Hamlin.</b><br /> +b. West Salem, Wis., 1860; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote346">346</a>, <a href="#Quote1230">1230</a>, <a href="#Quote1761">1761</a>, <a href="#Quote2081">2081</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garrick, David.</b><br /> +b. Lichfield, Eng, 1716; d. London, Eng., 1779.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote406">406</a>, <a href="#Quote1724">1724</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Garth, Sir Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Bolam, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1670; d. London, Eng., 1718.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1395">1395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gay, John.</b><br /> +b. near Barnstaple Eng., 1688; d. London, Eng., 1732.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote32">32</a>, <a href="#Quote124">124</a>, <a href="#Quote620">620</a>, <a href="#Quote642">642</a>, <a href="#Quote730">730</a>, <a href="#Quote781">781</a>, <a href="#Quote883">883</a>, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>, <a href="#Quote1416">1416</a>, <a href="#Quote1434">1434</a>, <a href="#Quote1452">1452</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1562">1562</a>, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>, <a href="#Quote1677">1677</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gifford, Richard.</b><br /> +b. 1725; d. North Okendon, Eng., 1807.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1997">1997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von.</b><br /> +b. Frankfort-on-the-Main, Germany, 1749; d. Weimar, Germany, 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote192">192</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Goldsmith, Oliver.</b><br /> +b. Pallis, Ireland, 1728; d. London, Eng., 1774.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote35">35</a>, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>, <a href="#Quote107">107</a>, <a href="#Quote189">189</a>, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>, <a href="#Quote341">341</a>, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>, <a href="#Quote345">345</a>, <a href="#Quote364">364</a>, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>, <a href="#Quote639">639</a>, <a href="#Quote695">695</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote707">707</a>, <a href="#Quote710">710</a>, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>, <a href="#Quote788">788</a>, <a href="#Quote849">849</a>, <a href="#Quote901">901</a>, <a href="#Quote1063">1063</a>, <a href="#Quote1107">1107</a>, <a href="#Quote1114">1114</a>, <a href="#Quote1137">1137</a>, <a href="#Quote1297">1297</a>, <a href="#Quote1339">1339</a>, <a href="#Quote1487">1487</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1495">1495</a>, <a href="#Quote1589">1589</a>, <a href="#Quote1591">1591</a>, <a href="#Quote1742">1742</a>, <a href="#Quote1750">1750</a>, <a href="#Quote1756">1756</a>, <a href="#Quote1934">1934</a>, <a href="#Quote1939">1939</a>, <a href="#Quote2003">2003</a>, <a href="#Quote2064">2064</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gould, Hannah Flagg.</b><br /> +b. Lancaster, Vt., 1789; d. Newburyport, Mass, 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1553">1553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Gray, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1716; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1771.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote103">103</a>, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>, <a href="#Quote378">378</a>, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>, <a href="#Quote443">443</a>, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>, <a href="#Quote613">613</a>, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote720">720</a>, <a href="#Quote789">789</a>, <a href="#Quote832">832</a>, <a href="#Quote833">833</a>, <a href="#Quote863">863</a>, <a href="#Quote963">963</a>, <a href="#Quote1041">1041</a>, <a href="#Quote1141">1141</a>, <a href="#Quote1174">1174</a>, <a href="#Quote1687">1687</a>, <a href="#Quote1892">1892</a>, <a href="#Quote1924">1924</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2056">2056</a>, <a href="#Quote2136">2136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Green, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. London (?), Eng., 1696; d. 1737.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Greene, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Norwich (?), <i>circa</i> 1560; d. near Dowgate, Eng., 1592.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1105">1105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halleck, Fitz-Greene.</b><br /> +b. Guilford, Conn., 1770; d. Guilford, Conn., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote493">493</a>, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>, <a href="#Quote1313">1313</a>, <a href="#Quote1973">1973</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Halpine, Charles Grahame</b> ["Miles O'Reilly"],<br /> +b. Oldcastle, Meath, Ireland, 1829; d. New York City, 1868.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote756">756</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harrington, Sir John.</b><br /> +b. near Bath, Eng, <i>circa</i> 1561; d. 1612.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1947">1947</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Harte, Francis Bret.</b><br /> +b. Albany, N.Y., 1839; d. London, Eng., 1902.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote433">433</a>, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>, <a href="#Quote1739">1739</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Havergal, Frances Ridley.</b><br /> +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1836; d. Swansea, Eng., 1879.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote326">326</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hay, John.</b><br /> +b. Salem, Ind., 1838; d. 1905.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1367">1367</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hayne, Paul Hamilton.</b><br /> +b. Charleston, S.C., 1831: d. 1886.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2095">2095</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heber, Reginald.</b><br /> +b. Cheshire, Eng., 1783; d. Trichinopoly, India, 1826.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote501">501</a>, <a href="#Quote934">934</a>, <a href="#Quote1295">1295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hemans, Felicia Dorothea.</b><br /> +b. Liverpool, Eng, 1793; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1835.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote496">496</a>, <a href="#Quote717">717</a>, <a href="#Quote907">907</a>, <a href="#Quote1683">1683</a>, <a href="#Quote1776">1776</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Herbert, George.</b><br /> +b. in Montgomery Castle, Wales, 1593; d. Bemerton, Wales, 1632.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote24">24</a>, <a href="#Quote199">199</a>, <a href="#Quote250">250</a>, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>, <a href="#Quote687">687</a>, <a href="#Quote784">784</a>, <a href="#Quote1083">1083</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1145">1145</a>, <a href="#Quote1348">1348</a>, <a href="#Quote1467">1467</a>, <a href="#Quote1842">1842</a>, <a href="#Quote1849">1849</a>, <a href="#Quote1963">1963</a>, <a href="#Quote2073">2073</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Herrick, Robert.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1591; d. Dean Prior, Eng., 1674.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote11">11</a>, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>, <a href="#Quote280">280</a>, <a href="#Quote461">461</a>, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>, <a href="#Quote1697">1697</a>, <a href="#Quote1791">1791</a>, <a href="#Quote1872">1872</a>, <a href="#Quote1914">1914</a>, <a href="#Quote1978">1978</a>, <a href="#Quote1985">1985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Heywood, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Lincolnshire, Eng., 1570; d. 1649.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote28">28</a>, <a href="#Quote920">920</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hogg, James.</b><br /> +b. Ettrick Forest, Scot., 1772; d. 1835.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote801">801</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Holmes, Oliver Wendell.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1809; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote233">233</a>, <a href="#Quote618">618</a>, <a href="#Quote649">649</a>, <a href="#Quote929">929</a>, <a href="#Quote1241">1241</a>, <a href="#Quote1307">1307</a>, <a href="#Quote1314">1314</a>, <a href="#Quote1440">1440</a>, <a href="#Quote1547">1547</a>, <a href="#Quote1550">1550</a>, <a href="#Quote1800">1800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Home, John.</b><br /> +b. Ancrum, Scot., 1724; d. 1808.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote265">265</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hood, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1798-9; d. London, Eng., 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote131">131</a>, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>, <a href="#Quote298">298</a>, <a href="#Quote463">463</a>, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>, <a href="#Quote867">867</a>, <a href="#Quote1208">1208</a>, <a href="#Quote1282">1282</a>, <a href="#Quote1414">1414</a>, <a href="#Quote1438">1438</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1472">1472</a>, <a href="#Quote1652">1652</a>, <a href="#Quote1695">1695</a>, <a href="#Quote1788">1788</a>, <a href="#Quote1904">1904</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hopkinson, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Philadelphia, Penn., 1770; d. 1842.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote976">976</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Howe, Julia Ward.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1819; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote320">320</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunt, Helen</b> [Mrs. Jackson].<br /> +b. Amherst, Mass., 1831; d. San Francisco, Cal., 1885.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote130">130</a>, <a href="#Quote1156">1156</a>, <a href="#Quote1167">1167</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hunt, James Henry Leigh.</b><br /> +b. Southgate, near London, Eng., 1784; d. 1859.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1613">1613</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Hutchinson, Ellen Mackay.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote1640">1640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ingelow, Jean.</b><br /> +b. Ipswich Eng., 1830; d. 1897.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote9">9</a>, <a href="#Quote180">180</a>, <a href="#Quote669">669</a>, <a href="#Quote1121">1121</a>, <a href="#Quote1760">1760</a>, <a href="#Quote2134">2134</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jefferys, Charles.</b><br /> +b. 1807; d. 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote231">231</a>, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Johnson, Dr. Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Lichfield, Eng., 1709; d. London, Eng., 1784.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote132">132</a>, <a href="#Quote580">580</a>, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>, <a href="#Quote768">768</a>, <a href="#Quote815">815</a>, <a href="#Quote857">857</a>, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>, <a href="#Quote965">965</a>, <a href="#Quote989">989</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1003">1003</a>, <a href="#Quote1111">1111</a>, <a href="#Quote1940">1940</a>, <a href="#Quote2037">2037</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jones, Sir William.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1746; d. India, 1794.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1064">1064</a>, <a href="#Quote1322">1322</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Jonson, Ben.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1573-4; d. London, Eng., 1637.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote267">267</a>, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>, <a href="#Quote828">828</a>, <a href="#Quote1016">1016</a>, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>, <a href="#Quote1210">1210</a>, <a href="#Quote1508">1508</a>, <a href="#Quote1616">1616</a>, <a href="#Quote1658">1658</a>, <a href="#Quote1986">1986</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keats, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1795; d. Rome, Italy, 1821.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote127">127</a>, <a href="#Quote159">159</a>, <a href="#Quote919">919</a>, <a href="#Quote1130">1130</a>, <a href="#Quote1236">1236</a>, <a href="#Quote1267">1267</a>, <a href="#Quote1352">1352</a>, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>, <a href="#Quote1535">1535</a>, <a href="#Quote1730">1730</a>, <a href="#Quote1969">1969</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Keble, John.</b><br /> +b. Coln-St.-Aldwynds, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1792; d. Bournemouth, Eng., 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1298">1298</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kemble, Frances Anne.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1811; d. 1893.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote248">248</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kingsley, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1819; d. Eversley, Eng., 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote15">15</a>, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>, <a href="#Quote290">290</a>, <a href="#Quote348">348</a>, <a href="#Quote516">516</a>, <a href="#Quote785">785</a>, <a href="#Quote823">823</a>, <a href="#Quote1031">1031</a>, <a href="#Quote1161">1161</a>, <a href="#Quote1360">1360</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1519">1519</a>, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Kipling, Rudyard.</b><br /> +b. Bombay, India, 1865; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote744">744</a>, <a href="#Quote2093">2093</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lamb, Charles.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landor, Walter Savage.</b><br /> +b. Ipsley Court, Warwickshire, Eng., 1775; d. Florence, Italy, 1864.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote263">263</a>, <a href="#Quote688">688</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Landsdowne, Lord</b> [George Granville].<br /> +b. Bideford, Eng., 1667; d. London, Eng., 1735.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote835">835</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Larcom, Lucy.</b><br /> +b. Beverly Farms, Mass., 1826, d. 1893.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote840">840</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lee, Nathaniel.</b><br /> +b. England, 1655; d. London, Eng., 1692.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Linley, George.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1798; d. France, 1865.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote7">7</a>, <a href="#Quote1178">1178</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lofft, Capel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1751, d. France, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote53">53</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Logan, John.</b><br /> +b. Soutra, Scot., 1748, d. 1788.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth.</b><br /> +b. Portland, Me., 1807, d. Cambridge, Mass., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote110">110</a>, <a href="#Quote141">141</a>, <a href="#Quote150">150</a>, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>, <a href="#Quote307">307</a>, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>, <a href="#Quote499">499</a>, <a href="#Quote632">632</a>, <a href="#Quote654">654</a>, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>, <a href="#Quote742">742</a>, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote796">796</a>, <a href="#Quote942">942</a>, <a href="#Quote948">948</a>, <a href="#Quote1017">1017</a>, <a href="#Quote1045">1045</a>, <a href="#Quote1055">1055</a>, <a href="#Quote1074">1074</a>, <a href="#Quote1089">1089</a>, <a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>, <a href="#Quote1302">1302</a>, <a href="#Quote1311">1311</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>, <a href="#Quote1427">1427</a>, <a href="#Quote1551">1551</a>, <a href="#Quote1603">1603</a>, <a href="#Quote1633">1633</a>, <a href="#Quote1734">1734</a>, <a href="#Quote1806">1806</a>, <a href="#Quote1831">1831</a>, <a href="#Quote1887">1887</a>, <a href="#Quote1889">1889</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2026">2026</a>, <a href="#Quote2053">2053</a>, <a href="#Quote2112">2112</a>, <a href="#Quote2135">2135</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lovelace, Richard.</b><br /> +b. Woolwich, Eng., 1618; d. London, Eng., 1658.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote144">144</a>, <a href="#Quote1384">1384</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lover, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1797; d. 1868.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1483">1483</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowe, John.</b><br /> +b. 1750; d. 1798.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1217">1217</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowell, James Russell.</b><br /> +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1819; d. 1891.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote304">304</a>, <a href="#Quote323">323</a>, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>, <a href="#Quote391">391</a>, <a href="#Quote503">503</a>, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>, <a href="#Quote611">611</a>, <a href="#Quote635">635</a>, <a href="#Quote810">810</a>, <a href="#Quote1012">1012</a>, <a href="#Quote1054">1054</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1226">1226</a>, <a href="#Quote1420">1420</a>, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>, <a href="#Quote2088">2088</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowell, Maria White.</b><br /> +b. Watertown, Mass., 1821; d. 1853.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1981">1981</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lowth, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Winchester, Eng., 1710; d. 1787.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1403">1403</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Lyly, John.</b><br /> +b. Kent Eng., <i>circa</i> 1553; d. <i>circa</i> 1600.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2060">2060</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Macaulay, Thomas Babington.</b><br /> +b. Rothley Temple, Eng., 1800; d. Kensington, London, Eng., 1859.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote495">495</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Macdonald, George.</b><br /> +b. Huntley, Scot., 1824; d. 1905.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2054">2054</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Marlowe, Christopher.</b><br /> +b. Canterbury, Eng., 1565; d. Deptford, Eng., 1593.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote213">213</a>, <a href="#Quote1511">1511</a>, <a href="#Quote1518">1518</a>, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Martial</b> [Marcus Valerius Martialis].<br /> +b. Bilbilis, Spain, 43; d. Bilbilis, Spain, 104.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote505">505</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Massinger, Philip.</b><br /> +b. near Wilton, Eng., 1584; d. on the Bankside, 1639-40.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1411">1411</a>, <a href="#Quote1817">1817</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mee, William.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote675">675</a>.<br /> +<br /> +"<b>Meredith, Owen</b>" [Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton],<br /> +b. Herts, Eng, 1831; d. 1891.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote225">225</a>, <a href="#Quote540">540</a>, <a href="#Quote645">645</a>, <a href="#Quote866">866</a>, <a href="#Quote981">981</a>, <a href="#Quote1000">1000</a>, <a href="#Quote1127">1127</a>, <a href="#Quote1245">1245</a>, <a href="#Quote1491">1491</a>, <a href="#Quote1900">1900</a>, <a href="#Quote2102">2102</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Mickle, William Julius.</b><br /> +b. Dumfriesshire, Scot., 1734; d. 1788.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote946">946</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Middleton, Thomas.</b><br /> +d. 1626.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote16">16</a>, <a href="#Quote134">134</a>, <a href="#Quote1502">1502</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Miller, "Joaquin" Cincinnatus Hiner.</b><br /> +b. Indiana, 1840; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote371">371</a>, <a href="#Quote477">477</a>, <a href="#Quote647">647</a>, <a href="#Quote1030">1030</a>, <a href="#Quote1185">1185</a>, <a href="#Quote1828">1828</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milnes, Richard Monckton</b> [Lord Houghton].<br /> +b. Yorkshire, Eng., 1809; d. 1885.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote890">890</a>, <a href="#Quote2041">2041</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Milton, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1608; d. London, Eng., 1674.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1">1</a>, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>, <a href="#Quote18">18</a>, <a href="#Quote68">68</a>, <a href="#Quote77">77</a>, <a href="#Quote78">78</a>, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>, <a href="#Quote90">90</a>, <a href="#Quote112">112</a>, <a href="#Quote117">117</a>, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>, <a href="#Quote157">157</a>, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote186">186</a>, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>, <a href="#Quote207">207</a>, <a href="#Quote275">275</a>, <a href="#Quote284">284</a>, <a href="#Quote288">288</a>, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>, <a href="#Quote312">312</a>, <a href="#Quote336">336</a>, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote381">381</a>, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>, <a href="#Quote387">387</a>, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>, <a href="#Quote416">416</a>, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>, <a href="#Quote441">441</a>, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>, <a href="#Quote468">468</a>, <a href="#Quote492">492</a>, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote518">518</a>, <a href="#Quote520">520</a>, <a href="#Quote526">526</a>, <a href="#Quote539">539</a>, <a href="#Quote551">551</a>, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>, <a href="#Quote595">595</a>, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>, <a href="#Quote608">608</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote610">610</a>, <a href="#Quote628">628</a>, <a href="#Quote631">631</a>, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>, <a href="#Quote652">652</a>, <a href="#Quote667">667</a>, <a href="#Quote696">696</a>, <a href="#Quote701">701</a>, <a href="#Quote711">711</a>, <a href="#Quote712">712</a>, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>, <a href="#Quote740">740</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote770">770</a>, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>, <a href="#Quote804">804</a>, <a href="#Quote809">809</a>, <a href="#Quote847">847</a>, <a href="#Quote877">877</a>, <a href="#Quote880">880</a>, <a href="#Quote892">892</a>, <a href="#Quote895">895</a>, <a href="#Quote896">896</a>, <a href="#Quote931">931</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote935">935</a>, <a href="#Quote956">956</a>, <a href="#Quote982">982</a>, <a href="#Quote991">991</a>, <a href="#Quote1001">1001</a>, <a href="#Quote1018">1018</a>, <a href="#Quote1025">1025</a>, <a href="#Quote1037">1037</a>, <a href="#Quote1052">1052</a>, <a href="#Quote1057">1057</a>, <a href="#Quote1060">1060</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1077">1077</a>, <a href="#Quote1081">1081</a>, <a href="#Quote1085">1085</a>, <a href="#Quote1094">1094</a>, <a href="#Quote1100">1100</a>, <a href="#Quote1160">1160</a>, <a href="#Quote1169">1169</a>, <a href="#Quote1173">1173</a>, <a href="#Quote1184">1184</a>, <a href="#Quote1187">1187</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>, <a href="#Quote1213">1213</a>, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>, <a href="#Quote1220">1220</a>, <a href="#Quote1248">1248</a>, <a href="#Quote1255">1255</a>, <a href="#Quote1260">1260</a>, <a href="#Quote1287">1287</a>, <a href="#Quote1310">1310</a>, <a href="#Quote1320">1320</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1325">1325</a>, <a href="#Quote1331">1331</a>, <a href="#Quote1371">1371</a>, <a href="#Quote1380">1380</a>, <a href="#Quote1397">1397</a>, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>, <a href="#Quote1402">1402</a>, <a href="#Quote1406">1406</a>, <a href="#Quote1421">1421</a>, <a href="#Quote1439">1439</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1447">1447</a>, <a href="#Quote1454">1454</a>, <a href="#Quote1494">1494</a>, <a href="#Quote1497">1497</a>, <a href="#Quote1500">1500</a>, <a href="#Quote1505">1505</a>, <a href="#Quote1509">1509</a>, <a href="#Quote1512">1512</a>, <a href="#Quote1525">1525</a>, <a href="#Quote1569">1569</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1597">1597</a>, <a href="#Quote1611">1611</a>, <a href="#Quote1612">1612</a>, <a href="#Quote1628">1628</a>, <a href="#Quote1650">1650</a>, <a href="#Quote1654">1654</a>, <a href="#Quote1660">1660</a>, <a href="#Quote1661">1661</a>, <a href="#Quote1665">1665</a>, <a href="#Quote1693">1693</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1740">1740</a>, <a href="#Quote1758">1758</a>, <a href="#Quote1777">1777</a>, <a href="#Quote1783">1783</a>, <a href="#Quote1840">1840</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>, <a href="#Quote1873">1873</a>, <a href="#Quote1906">1906</a>, <a href="#Quote1908">1908</a>, <a href="#Quote1919">1919</a>, <a href="#Quote1936">1936</a>, <a href="#Quote1949">1949</a>, <a href="#Quote1975">1975</a>, <a href="#Quote1999">1999</a>, <a href="#Quote2013">2013</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2015">2015</a>, <a href="#Quote2020">2020</a>, <a href="#Quote2034">2034</a>, <a href="#Quote2035">2035</a>, <a href="#Quote2038">2038</a>, <a href="#Quote2046">2046</a>, <a href="#Quote2069">2069</a>, <a href="#Quote2084">2084</a>, <a href="#Quote2097">2097</a>, <a href="#Quote2100">2100</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2108">2108</a>, <a href="#Quote2138">2138</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., <i>circa</i> 1690; d. London, Eng., 1762.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote585">585</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Montgomery, James.</b><br /> +b. Irvine, Scot., 1771; d. Sheffield, Eng., 1854.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote232">232</a>, <a href="#Quote1008">1008</a>, <a href="#Quote1258">1258</a>, <a href="#Quote1582">1582</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moore, Clement C.</b><br /> +b. New York, 1779; d. 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote328">328</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Moore, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1779, d. near Devizes, Eng., 1852.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote171">171</a>, <a href="#Quote221">221</a>, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>, <a href="#Quote436">436</a>, <a href="#Quote481">481</a>, <a href="#Quote547">547</a>, <a href="#Quote554">554</a>, <a href="#Quote655">655</a>, <a href="#Quote805">805</a>, <a href="#Quote812">812</a>, <a href="#Quote872">872</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1113">1113</a>, <a href="#Quote1646">1646</a>, <a href="#Quote1743">1743</a>, <a href="#Quote1757">1757</a>, <a href="#Quote1824">1824</a>, <a href="#Quote1834">1834</a>, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>, <a href="#Quote2109">2109</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>More, Hannah.</b><br /> +b. Stapleton, Eng., 1745; d. Clifton, Eng., 1833.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote660">660</a>, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>, <a href="#Quote1638">1638</a>, <a href="#Quote1955">1955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morris, Charles.</b><br /> +b. 1739; d. 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Morris, George P.</b><br /> +b. Philadelphia, Penn., 1802; d. New York City, 1864.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2096">2096</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Nairne, Lady Caroline Oliphant.</b><br /> +b. Gask, Perthshire, Scot., 1766; d. Gask, 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1058">1058</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Noel, Thomas.</b><br /> +—<a href="#Quote202">202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Norris, John.</b><br /> +b. Wiltshire, Eng., 1657; d. 1711.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>O'Hara, Theodore.</b><br /> +b. 1820; d. 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote181">181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Otway, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Tottington, Eng., 1651; d. London, Eng., 1685.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2085">2085</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Parnell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1679; d. Chester, Eng., 1717-18.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1125">1125</a>, <a href="#Quote2057">2057</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Payne, John Howard.</b><br /> +b. New York City, 1792; d. Tunis, Africa, 1852.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote916">916</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Peele, George.</b><br /> +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1552-58; d. 1598.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1846">1846</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Percival, James Gates.</b><br /> +b. Berlin, Conn., 1795; d. Hazelgreen, Wis., 1856.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote727">727</a>, <a href="#Quote1049">1049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Percy, Bishop Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Bridgenorth, Eng., 1728; d. Drosnore, Eng., 1811.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote343">343</a>, <a href="#Quote2051">2051</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pierpont, John.</b><br /> +b. Litchfield, Conn., 1785; d. 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2050">2050</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>"Pindar, Peter"</b> [Dr. John Walcot].<br /> +b. Dodbrook, Eng., 1738; d. Somers' Town, Eng., 1819.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote269">269</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pitt, William.</b><br /> +b. Hayes, near Bromley, Eng., 1759; d. 1806.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1680">1680</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Poe, Edgar Allan.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1809; d. Baltimore, Md., 1849.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote173">173</a>, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pollock, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Eaglesham, Scot., 1799; d. Shirley Common, Eng., 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote957">957</a>, <a href="#Quote1721">1721</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pope, Alexander.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1688; d. Twickenham, Eng., 1744.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2">2</a>, <a href="#Quote8">8</a>, <a href="#Quote45">45</a>, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>, <a href="#Quote70">70</a>, <a href="#Quote73">73</a>, <a href="#Quote82">82</a>, <a href="#Quote83">83</a>, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>, <a href="#Quote122">122</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote123">123</a>, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>, <a href="#Quote188">188</a>, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>, <a href="#Quote294">294</a>, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>, <a href="#Quote329">329</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote358">358</a>, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>, <a href="#Quote402">402</a>, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>, <a href="#Quote435">435</a>, <a href="#Quote440">440</a>, <a href="#Quote452">452</a>, <a href="#Quote464">464</a>, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>, <a href="#Quote507">507</a>, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote589">589</a>, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>, <a href="#Quote621">621</a>, <a href="#Quote643">643</a>, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>, <a href="#Quote668">668</a>, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>, <a href="#Quote682">682</a>, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>, <a href="#Quote685">685</a>, <a href="#Quote731">731</a>, <a href="#Quote737">737</a>, <a href="#Quote745">745</a>, <a href="#Quote767">767</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote811">811</a>, <a href="#Quote829">829</a>, <a href="#Quote831">831</a>, <a href="#Quote855">855</a>, <a href="#Quote869">869</a>, <a href="#Quote886">886</a>, <a href="#Quote897">897</a>, <a href="#Quote902">902</a>, <a href="#Quote905">905</a>, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>, <a href="#Quote926">926</a>, <a href="#Quote932">932</a>, <a href="#Quote943">943</a>, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1038">1038</a>, <a href="#Quote1047">1047</a>, <a href="#Quote1048">1048</a>, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>, <a href="#Quote1067">1067</a>, <a href="#Quote1092">1092</a>, <a href="#Quote1146">1146</a>, <a href="#Quote1152">1152</a>, <a href="#Quote1182">1182</a>, <a href="#Quote1195">1195</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1197">1197</a>, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>, <a href="#Quote1238">1238</a>, <a href="#Quote1250">1250</a>, <a href="#Quote1263">1263</a>, <a href="#Quote1266">1266</a>, <a href="#Quote1280">1280</a>, <a href="#Quote1288">1288</a>, <a href="#Quote1329">1329</a>, <a href="#Quote1356">1356</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1364">1364</a>, <a href="#Quote1369">1369</a>, <a href="#Quote1392">1392</a>, <a href="#Quote1400">1400</a>, <a href="#Quote1413">1413</a>, <a href="#Quote1417">1417</a>, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>, <a href="#Quote1423">1423</a>, <a href="#Quote1441">1441</a>, <a href="#Quote1444">1444</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1459">1459</a>, <a href="#Quote1474">1474</a>, <a href="#Quote1482">1482</a>, <a href="#Quote1485">1485</a>, <a href="#Quote1492">1492</a>, <a href="#Quote1514">1514</a>, <a href="#Quote1517">1517</a>, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>, <a href="#Quote1543">1543</a>, <a href="#Quote1548">1548</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>, <a href="#Quote1564">1564</a>, <a href="#Quote1574">1574</a>, <a href="#Quote1592">1592</a>, <a href="#Quote1618">1618</a>, <a href="#Quote1623">1623</a>, <a href="#Quote1631">1631</a>, <a href="#Quote1636">1636</a>, <a href="#Quote1645">1645</a>, <a href="#Quote1725">1725</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1765">1765</a>, <a href="#Quote1766">1766</a>, <a href="#Quote1775">1775</a>, <a href="#Quote1803">1803</a>, <a href="#Quote1837">1837</a>, <a href="#Quote1863">1863</a>, <a href="#Quote1974">1974</a>, <a href="#Quote1989">1989</a>, <a href="#Quote1995">1995</a>, <a href="#Quote1996">1996</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2000">2000</a>, <a href="#Quote2014">2014</a>, <a href="#Quote2058">2058</a>, <a href="#Quote2067">2067</a>, <a href="#Quote2087">2087</a>, <a href="#Quote2113">2113</a>, <a href="#Quote2115">2115</a>, <a href="#Quote2117">2117</a>, <a href="#Quote2123">2123</a>, <a href="#Quote2127">2127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Pope, Dr. Walter.</b><br /> +b. <i>circa</i> 1630; d. 1714.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1624">1624</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Porteus, Beilby.</b><br /> +b. York, Eng., 1731; d. 1808.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote438">438</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Praed, Winthrop Macworth.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1802; d. London, Eng., 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote137">137</a>, <a href="#Quote1132">1132</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Preston, Margaret Junkin.</b><br /> +b. Lexington, Va., 1635; d. 1897.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote911">911</a>, <a href="#Quote1292">1292</a>, <a href="#Quote1954">1954</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Prior, Matthew.</b><br /> +b. near Wimborne-Minster, Eng., 1664; d. Wimpole, Eng., 1721.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote69">69</a>, <a href="#Quote623">623</a>, <a href="#Quote962">962</a>, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>, <a href="#Quote1126">1126</a>, <a href="#Quote1859">1859</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Procter, Bryan Waller</b> ["Barry Cornwall"].<br /> +b. London, Eng., 1787; d. 1874.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1244">1244</a>, <a href="#Quote1606">1606</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rabelais, Francois.</b><br /> +b. Chinon, France, 1488-95; d. Paris, France, 1553.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote546">546</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Raleigh, Sir Walter.</b><br /> +b. Budleigh, Eng., 1552; d. London, Eng., 1618.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1305">1305</a>, <a href="#Quote1691">1691</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Read, Thomas Buchanan.</b><br /> +b. Chester, Penn., 1822; d. New York City, 1872.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rochester, Earl of</b> [John Wilmot].<br /> +b. Ditchley, Eng., 1647; d. 1680.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote736">736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rogers, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Stoke Newington. Eng., 1763; d. London, Eng., 1855.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1172">1172</a>, <a href="#Quote1175">1175</a>, <a href="#Quote1240">1240</a>, <a href="#Quote1546">1546</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Roscommon, Earl of</b> [Wentworth Dillon].<br /> +b. Ireland, 1633; d. London, Eng., 1684.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote512">512</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rossetti, Christina Georgiana.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1830; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote347">347</a>, <a href="#Quote726">726</a>, <a href="#Quote949">949</a>, <a href="#Quote1536">1536</a>, <a href="#Quote1692">1692</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rossetti, Dante Gabriel.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1828; d. London, Eng., 1882.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1029">1029</a>, <a href="#Quote1171">1171</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Rowe, Nicholas.</b><br /> +b. Little Barford, Eng., 1673-74; d. London, Eng., 1718.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1199">1199</a>, <a href="#Quote2077">2077</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Ruskin, John.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1819; d. 1900.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote121">121</a>, <a href="#Quote1265">1265</a>, <a href="#Quote1278">1278</a>, <a href="#Quote1671">1671</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Salis, J.G. von.</b><br /> +b. 1762; d. 1834.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote194">194</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sargent, Epes.</b><br /> +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1812; d. 1881.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Savage, Richard.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1698; d. 1743.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1424">1424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Saxe, John Godfrey.</b><br /> +b. Highgate, Vt., 1816; d. 1887.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote210">210</a>, <a href="#Quote861">861</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Schiller, Johann Christoph Friedrich von.</b><br /> +b. Marbach, Ger., 1759; d. Weimar, Ger., 1805.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote109">109</a>, <a href="#Quote497">497</a>, <a href="#Quote1007">1007</a>, <a href="#Quote1273">1273</a>, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>, <a href="#Quote1629">1629</a>, <a href="#Quote1712">1712</a>, <a href="#Quote1915">1915</a>, <a href="#Quote1927">1927</a>, <a href="#Quote2083">2083</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Scott, Sir Walter.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1771; d. Abbotsford, Scot., 1832.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote327">327</a>, <a href="#Quote509">509</a>, <a href="#Quote535">535</a>, <a href="#Quote702">702</a>, <a href="#Quote732">732</a>, <a href="#Quote826">826</a>, <a href="#Quote893">893</a>, <a href="#Quote1050">1050</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>, <a href="#Quote1103">1103</a>, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>, <a href="#Quote1214">1214</a>, <a href="#Quote1436">1436</a>, <a href="#Quote1501">1501</a>, <a href="#Quote1524">1524</a>, <a href="#Quote1622">1622</a>, <a href="#Quote1669">1669</a>, <a href="#Quote1732">1732</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1874">1874</a>, <a href="#Quote2090">2090</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sedley, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Kent, Eng., 1639; d. 1701.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote291">291</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shakespeare, William.</b><br /> +b. Stratford-on-Avon, Eng., 1564; d. Stratford-on-Avon, Eng., 1616.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote3">3</a>, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>, <a href="#Quote6">6</a>, <a href="#Quote12">12</a>, <a href="#Quote13">13</a>, <a href="#Quote14">14</a>, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>, <a href="#Quote25">25</a>, <a href="#Quote26">26</a>, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>, <a href="#Quote29">29</a>, <a href="#Quote33">33</a>, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>, <a href="#Quote46">46</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote47">47</a>, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>, <a href="#Quote52">52</a>, <a href="#Quote54">54</a>, <a href="#Quote55">55</a>, <a href="#Quote56">56</a>, <a href="#Quote66">66</a>, <a href="#Quote67">67</a>, <a href="#Quote72">72</a>, <a href="#Quote74">74</a>, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>, <a href="#Quote86">86</a>, <a href="#Quote87">87</a>, <a href="#Quote88">88</a>, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>,<br /> +<a 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href="#Quote1706">1706</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1707">1707</a>, <a href="#Quote1708">1708</a>, <a href="#Quote1714">1714</a>, <a href="#Quote1720">1720</a>, <a href="#Quote1722">1722</a>, <a href="#Quote1726">1726</a>, <a href="#Quote1727">1727</a>, <a href="#Quote1738">1738</a>, <a href="#Quote1744">1744</a>, <a href="#Quote1745">1745</a>, <a href="#Quote1746">1746</a>, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1755">1755</a>, <a href="#Quote1762">1762</a>, <a href="#Quote1768">1768</a>, <a href="#Quote1769">1769</a>, <a href="#Quote1778">1778</a>, <a href="#Quote1782">1782</a>, <a href="#Quote1789">1789</a>, <a href="#Quote1790">1790</a>, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>, <a href="#Quote1798">1798</a>, <a href="#Quote1801">1801</a>, <a href="#Quote1802">1802</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1804">1804</a>, <a href="#Quote1805">1805</a>, <a href="#Quote1808">1808</a>, <a href="#Quote1809">1809</a>, <a href="#Quote1812">1812</a>, <a href="#Quote1816">1816</a>, <a href="#Quote1820">1820</a>, <a href="#Quote1829">1829</a>, <a href="#Quote1835">1835</a>, <a href="#Quote1838">1838</a>, <a href="#Quote1841">1841</a>, <a href="#Quote1843">1843</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1845">1845</a>, <a href="#Quote1848">1848</a>, <a href="#Quote1850">1850</a>, <a href="#Quote1854">1854</a>, <a href="#Quote1855">1855</a>, <a href="#Quote1857">1857</a>, <a href="#Quote1866">1866</a> ,<a href="#Quote1869">1869</a>, <a href="#Quote1870">1870</a>, <a href="#Quote1871">1871</a>, <a href="#Quote1879">1879</a>, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>, <a href="#Quote1890">1890</a>, <a href="#Quote1891">1891</a>, <a href="#Quote1893">1893</a>, <a href="#Quote1894">1894</a>, <a href="#Quote1895">1895</a>, <a href="#Quote1896">1896</a>, <a href="#Quote1899">1899</a>, <a href="#Quote1905">1905</a>, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>, <a href="#Quote1911">1911</a>, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1913">1913</a>, <a href="#Quote1925">1925</a>, <a href="#Quote1929">1929</a>, <a href="#Quote1930">1930</a>, <a href="#Quote1933">1933</a>, <a href="#Quote1942">1942</a>, <a href="#Quote1943">1943</a>, <a href="#Quote1945">1945</a>, <a href="#Quote1946">1946</a>, <a href="#Quote1958">1958</a>, <a href="#Quote1959">1959</a>, <a href="#Quote1961">1961</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1977">1977</a>, <a href="#Quote1980">1980</a>, <a href="#Quote1982">1982</a>, <a href="#Quote1983">1983</a>, <a href="#Quote1987">1987</a>, <a href="#Quote1998">1998</a>, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>, <a href="#Quote2005">2005</a>, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>, <a href="#Quote2010">2010</a>, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>, <a href="#Quote2012">2012</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2016">2016</a>, <a href="#Quote2017">2017</a>, <a href="#Quote2022">2022</a>, <a href="#Quote2023">2023</a>, <a href="#Quote2027">2027</a>, <a href="#Quote2030">2030</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2036">2036</a>, <a href="#Quote2039">2039</a>, <a href="#Quote2040">2040</a>, <a href="#Quote2044">2044</a>, <a href="#Quote2045">2045</a>, <a href="#Quote2052">2052</a>, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>, <a href="#Quote2066">2066</a>, <a href="#Quote2070">2070</a>, <a href="#Quote2078">2078</a>, <a href="#Quote2082">2082</a>, <a href="#Quote2098">2098</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2099">2099</a>, <a href="#Quote2106">2106</a>, <a href="#Quote2107">2107</a>, <a href="#Quote2111">2111</a>, <a href="#Quote2114">2114</a>, <a href="#Quote2116">2116</a>, <a href="#Quote2118">2118</a>, <a href="#Quote2119">2119</a>, <a href="#Quote2120">2120</a>, <a href="#Quote2126">2126</a>, <a href="#Quote2130">2130</a>, <a href="#Quote2132">2132</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote2133">2133</a>, <a href="#Quote2137">2137</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheffield, John.</b> [Duke of Buckinghamshire].<br /> +b. 1649; d. 1720.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote918">918</a>, <a href="#Quote2122">2122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shelley, Percy Bysshe.</b><br /> +b. near Horsham, Eng., 1792, drowned in the Gulf of Spezia, Italy, 1822.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote442">442</a>, <a href="#Quote502">502</a>, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>, <a href="#Quote596">596</a>, <a href="#Quote633">633</a>, <a href="#Quote899">899</a>, <a href="#Quote1024">1024</a>, <a href="#Quote1294">1294</a>, <a href="#Quote1363">1363</a>, <a href="#Quote1503">1503</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1823">1823</a>, <a href="#Quote1928">1928</a>, <a href="#Quote1991">1991</a>, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shenstone, William.</b><br /> +b. Leasowes, Eng., 1714; d. Leasowes, Eng. 1763.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote987">987</a>, <a href="#Quote1736">1736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1751; d. London. Eng., 1816.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2121">2121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Shirley, James.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng, 1594; d. London, Eng., 1666.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sidney, Sir Philip.</b><br /> +b. Penshurst, Eng., 1554; d. Arnheim, Holland, 1586.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sigourney, Lydia Huntley.</b><br /> +b. Norwich, Conn., 1791; d. Hartford, Conn., 1863.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1253">1253</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, Alexander.</b><br /> +b. Kilmarnock, Scot., 1830; d. Wardie, Scot., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote572">572</a>, <a href="#Quote1163">1163</a>, <a href="#Quote1429">1429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, James.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1839.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1676">1676</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smith, Samuel Francis.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1808; d. 1895.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1315">1315</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Smollett, Tobias George.</b><br /> +b. near Renton, Eng., 1721; d. Leghorn, Italy, 1771.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote975">975</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Southey, Robert.</b><br /> +b. Bristol, Eng., 1774; d. Cumberland, Eng., 1843.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote147">147</a>, <a href="#Quote974">974</a>, <a href="#Quote2002">2002</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Spenser, Edmund.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1553; d. London, Eng., 1599.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote125">125</a>, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>, <a href="#Quote421">421</a>, <a href="#Quote510">510</a>, <a href="#Quote555">555</a>, <a href="#Quote998">998</a>, <a href="#Quote1011">1011</a>, <a href="#Quote1120">1120</a>, <a href="#Quote1181">1181</a>, <a href="#Quote1224">1224</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1264">1264</a>, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>, <a href="#Quote1719">1719</a>, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Sprague, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Boston, Mass., 1791; d. Boston, Mass., 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1249">1249</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stedman, Edmund Clarence.</b><br /> +b. Hartford, Conn., 1833; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote296">296</a>, <a href="#Quote625">625</a>, <a href="#Quote1639">1639</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stevens, George Alexander.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1720; d. 1784.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1554">1554</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stevenson, Robert Louis Balfour.</b><br /> +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1850; d. Island of Samoa, 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote106">106</a>, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>, <a href="#Quote915">915</a>, <a href="#Quote1257">1257</a>, <a href="#Quote1319">1319</a>, <a href="#Quote2065">2065</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Stoddard, Richard Henry.</b><br /> +b. Hingham, Mass, 1825; d. 1903.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote84">84</a>, <a href="#Quote128">128</a>, <a href="#Quote310">310</a>, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>, <a href="#Quote1101">1101</a>, <a href="#Quote1539">1539</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Story, Joseph.</b><br /> +b. Marblehead, Mass., 1779; d. Cambridge, Mass., 1845.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1377">1377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Suckling, Sir John.</b><br /> +b. Whitton, Eng., 1608-9; d. Paris, France, 1641-2.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote467">467</a>, <a href="#Quote640">640</a>, <a href="#Quote1122">1122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swift, Jonathan.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1667; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1745.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote719">719</a>, <a href="#Quote721">721</a>, <a href="#Quote903">903</a>, <a href="#Quote1005">1005</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Swinburne, Algernon Charles.</b><br /> +b. Holmwood, Eng., 1837; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1097">1097</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Bayard.</b><br /> +b. Kennett Sq., Penn., 1825; d. Berlin, Ger., 1878.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote476">476</a>, <a href="#Quote1044">1044</a>, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>, <a href="#Quote1813">1813</a>, <a href="#Quote1888">1888</a>, <a href="#Quote2068">2068</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Sir Henry.</b><br /> +b. Durham, Eng., 1800; d. 1886.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Taylor, Jane.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1783; d. Ongar, Essexshire, 1824.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1189">1189</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tennyson, Alfred.</b><br /> +b. Somersby, Eng., 1810; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote151">151</a>, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>, <a href="#Quote292">292</a>, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>, <a href="#Quote333">333</a>, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>, <a href="#Quote584">584</a>, <a href="#Quote606">606</a>, <a href="#Quote626">626</a>, <a href="#Quote630">630</a>, <a href="#Quote648">648</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote661">661</a>, <a href="#Quote779">779</a>, <a href="#Quote820">820</a>, <a href="#Quote881">881</a>, <a href="#Quote900">900</a>, <a href="#Quote927">927</a>, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>, <a href="#Quote1032">1032</a>, <a href="#Quote1040">1040</a>, <a href="#Quote1093">1093</a>, <a href="#Quote1117">1117</a>, <a href="#Quote1128">1128</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1293">1293</a>, <a href="#Quote1374">1374</a>, <a href="#Quote1387">1387</a>, <a href="#Quote1461">1461</a>, <a href="#Quote1462">1462</a>, <a href="#Quote1607">1607</a>, <a href="#Quote1699">1699</a>, <a href="#Quote1711">1711</a>, <a href="#Quote1771">1771</a>, <a href="#Quote1786">1786</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1826">1826</a>, <a href="#Quote1876">1876</a>, <a href="#Quote1902">1902</a>, <a href="#Quote2131">2131</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thaxter, Celia Leighton.</b><br /> +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1835; d. 1894.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1976">1976</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thomas, Frederick William.</b><br /> +b. Providence, R.I., 1811; d. 1866.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Thomson, James.</b><br /> +b. Ednam, Scot., 1700; d. Kew, Eng., 1748.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote36">36</a>, <a href="#Quote339">339</a>, <a href="#Quote522">522</a>, <a href="#Quote622">622</a>, <a href="#Quote693">693</a>, <a href="#Quote752">752</a>, <a href="#Quote913">913</a>, <a href="#Quote951">951</a>, <a href="#Quote959">959</a>, <a href="#Quote1206">1206</a>, <a href="#Quote1343">1343</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1479">1479</a>, <a href="#Quote1480">1480</a>, <a href="#Quote1545">1545</a>, <a href="#Quote1780">1780</a>, <a href="#Quote1785">1785</a>, <a href="#Quote1787">1787</a>, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>, <a href="#Quote1839">1839</a>, <a href="#Quote1883">1883</a>, <a href="#Quote1971">1971</a>, <a href="#Quote2062">2062</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tickell, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. near Carlisle, Eng., 1686; d. Bath, Eng., 1740.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1560">1560</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tobin, John.</b><br /> +b. Salisbury, Eng., 1770; d. 1804.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote427">427</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Toplady, Augustus Montague.</b><br /> +b. Surrey, Eng., 1640; d. 1778.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1523">1523</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Trumbull, John.</b><br /> +b. Lebanon, Conn., 1750; d. New York City, 1831.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote864">864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tupper, Martin Farquhar.</b><br /> +b. London, Eng., 1810; d. 1889.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>, <a href="#Quote1922">1922</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Tusser, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Rivenhall, Eng., 1515-23; d. London, Eng., 1580.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote324">324</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Usteri, Johann Martin.</b><br /> +b. Zurich, Switzerland, 1763; d. 1827.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1898">1898</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Vaughan, Henry.</b><br /> +b. Brecknockshire, Wales, 1621; d. 1695.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote706">706</a>, <a href="#Quote1148">1148</a>, <a href="#Quote1464">1464</a>, <a href="#Quote1952">1952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wade, J.A.</b><br /> +b. 1800; d. 1875.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1856">1856</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Waller, Edmund.</b><br /> +b. Coleshill, Eng., 1605; d. Beaconsfield, Eng., 1687.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote63">63</a>, <a href="#Quote81">81</a>, <a href="#Quote230">230</a>, <a href="#Quote852">852</a>, <a href="#Quote1657">1657</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Walton, Izaak.</b><br /> +b. Stafford, Eng., 1593; d. 1683.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Warton, Thomas.</b><br /> +b. Basingstoke, Eng., 1728; d. 1790.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote92">92</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Watts, Isaac.</b><br /> +b. South Hampton, Eng., 1674; d. Theobalds, Eng., 1748.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote672">672</a>, <a href="#Quote882">882</a>, <a href="#Quote1223">1223</a>, <a href="#Quote1559">1559</a>, <a href="#Quote1570">1570</a>, <a href="#Quote1737">1737</a>, <a href="#Quote1972">1972</a>, <a href="#Quote2021">2021</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Webster, John.</b><br /> +b. <i>circa</i> 1570; d. 1638.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1066">1066</a>, <a href="#Quote1795">1795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>White, Henry Kirke.</b><br /> +b. Nottingham, Eng., 1785; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1806.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote268">268</a>, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Whitman, Walt.</b><br /> +b. Long Island, N.Y., 1819; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote264">264</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Whittier, John Greenleaf.</b><br /> +b. Haverhill, Mass., 1807; d. 1892.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote532">532</a>, <a href="#Quote637">637</a>, <a href="#Quote760">760</a>, <a href="#Quote772">772</a>, <a href="#Quote1149">1149</a>, <a href="#Quote1177">1177</a>, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>, <a href="#Quote1355">1355</a>, <a href="#Quote1376">1376</a>, <a href="#Quote1966">1966</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Willis, Nathaniel Parker.</b><br /> +b. Portland, Me., 1807; d. Idlewild, N.Y., 1867.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>, <a href="#Quote2048">2048</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Winter, William.</b><br /> +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1836; ....<br /> +—<a href="#Quote76">76</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wither, George.</b><br /> +b. Brentworth, Eng., 1588; d. London, Eng., 1667.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote270">270</a>, <a href="#Quote2076">2076</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wolfe, Charles.</b><br /> +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1791; d. Cove of Cork, 1823.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote2028">2028</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Woodworth, Samuel.</b><br /> +b. Scituate, Mass., 1785; d. New York City, 1842.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote244">244</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wordsworth, William.</b><br /> +b. Cockermouth, Eng., 1770; d. Rydal Mount, Eng., 1850.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote34">34</a>, <a href="#Quote61">61</a>, <a href="#Quote163">163</a>, <a href="#Quote174">174</a>, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>, <a href="#Quote256">256</a>, <a href="#Quote274">274</a>, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>, <a href="#Quote309">309</a>, <a href="#Quote473">473</a>, <a href="#Quote487">487</a>, <a href="#Quote523">523</a>, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote571">571</a>, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>, <a href="#Quote662">662</a>, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>, <a href="#Quote806">806</a>, <a href="#Quote822">822</a>, <a href="#Quote834">834</a>, <a href="#Quote917">917</a>, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>, <a href="#Quote947">947</a>, <a href="#Quote958">958</a>, <a href="#Quote968">968</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote970">970</a>, <a href="#Quote1022">1022</a>, <a href="#Quote1042">1042</a>, <a href="#Quote1096">1096</a>, <a href="#Quote1186">1186</a>, <a href="#Quote1324">1324</a>, <a href="#Quote1353">1353</a>, <a href="#Quote1366">1366</a>, <a href="#Quote1381">1381</a>, <a href="#Quote1432">1432</a>, <a href="#Quote1446">1446</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1453">1453</a>, <a href="#Quote1520">1520</a>, <a href="#Quote1526">1526</a>, <a href="#Quote1530">1530</a>, <a href="#Quote1627">1627</a>, <a href="#Quote1632">1632</a>, <a href="#Quote1634">1634</a>, <a href="#Quote1666">1666</a>, <a href="#Quote1753">1753</a>, <a href="#Quote1767">1767</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1774">1774</a>, <a href="#Quote1781">1781</a>, <a href="#Quote1784">1784</a>, <a href="#Quote1807">1807</a>, <a href="#Quote1815">1815</a>, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>, <a href="#Quote1953">1953</a>, <a href="#Quote2007">2007</a>, <a href="#Quote2124">2124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<b>Wotton, Sir Henry.</b><br /> +b. Boughton Malherbe, Eng., 1568; d. Eaton, Eng., 1639.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote1116">1116</a>, <a href="#Quote1715">1715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b>Young, Edward.</b><br /> +b. Upham, Eng., 1684; d. Welwyn, Eng., 1765.<br /> +—<a href="#Quote48">48</a>, <a href="#Quote57">57</a>, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>, <a href="#Quote184">184</a>, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>, <a href="#Quote494">494</a>, <a href="#Quote525">525</a>, <a href="#Quote561">561</a>, <a href="#Quote980">980</a>, <a href="#Quote1070">1070</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1385">1385</a>, <a href="#Quote1410">1410</a>, <a href="#Quote1455">1455</a>, <a href="#Quote1465">1465</a>, <a href="#Quote1471">1471</a>, <a href="#Quote1602">1602</a>, <a href="#Quote1729">1729</a>, <a href="#Quote1763">1763</a>, <a href="#Quote1810">1810</a>, <a href="#Quote1860">1860</a>,<br /> +<a href="#Quote1868">1868</a>, <a href="#Quote1918">1918</a>, <a href="#Quote1956">1956</a>, <a href="#Quote2071">2071</a>, <a href="#Quote2079">2079</a>.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS" id="INDEX_TO_QUOTATIONS" />INDEX TO QUOTATIONS</h2> + + +<p>The references designate the <i>numbers</i> of the Quotations.</p> + + +<div> +Abbots, purple as their wines, <a href="#Quote2">2</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Abdiel, so spake the seraph, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Absence conquers love, <a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of occupation is not rest, <a href="#Quote960">960</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whole years in, to deplore, <a href="#Quote8">8</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Abstinence, the defensive virtue, <a href="#Quote11">11</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Abyss, beyond is all, <a href="#Quote628">628</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Accident, by many a happy, <a href="#Quote16">16</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the unthought-on, <a href="#Quote13">13</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Accidents by flood and field, <a href="#Quote14">14</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our wanton, take root, <a href="#Quote15">15</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Account, sent to my, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Accounts, draw the, of evil, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acquaintance, should auld, be forgot, <a href="#Quote20">20</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acting of a dreadful thing, <a href="#Quote437">437</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Action, of every noble, the intent, <a href="#Quote22">22</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pleasure and, make the hours seem short, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Actions of the just, <a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Acts, our, our angels are, <a href="#Quote1655">1655</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adam dolve and Eve span, <a href="#Quote793">793</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the goodliest man, <a href="#Quote631">631</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whipped the offending, <a href="#Quote389">389</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Adieu, my native shore, <a href="#Quote31">31</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she cried, <a href="#Quote32">32</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Admiration, season your, for a while, <a href="#Quote33">33</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adorning with so much art, <a href="#Quote479">479</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversary, a stony, <a href="#Quote446">446</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversite, fortunes sharpe, <a href="#Quote40">40</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Adversity, bruised with, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet are the uses of, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Advice, danger to give, to kings, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t was good, <a href="#Quote44">44</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worst men often give the best, <a href="#Quote43">43</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Affectation, with a sickly mien, <a href="#Quote45">45</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affection is a coal that must be cooled, <a href="#Quote47">47</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affliction is enamored of thy parts. <a href="#Quote255">255</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the good man's shining scene, <a href="#Quote48">48</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tries our virtue, <a href="#Quote49">49</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress, <a href="#Quote242">242</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Affronts, young men soon give, <a href="#Quote50">50</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Age cannot wither her, <a href="#Quote55">55</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I must not tell my, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rock the cradle of, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, is in, wit is out, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Agent, trust no, <a href="#Quote279">279</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ages, alike all, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aim, failed in the high, <a href="#Quote65">65</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Air, the, a chartered libertine, <a href="#Quote66">66</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Alacrity in sinking, <a href="#Quote67">67</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ale, drink of Adam's, <a href="#Quote69">69</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the spicy nut-brown, <a href="#Quote68">68</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alexandrine, a needless, <a href="#Quote70">70</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Alone on a wide sea, <a href="#Quote71">71</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Amazement on thy mother sits, <a href="#Quote72">72</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Amber, to observe the forms in, <a href="#Quote73">73</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ambition finds such joy, <a href="#Quote78">78</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fling away, <a href="#Quote74">74</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has but one reward, <a href="#Quote76">76</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to reign is worth, <a href="#Quote77">77</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which o'erleaps itself, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +America, half brother of the world, <a href="#Quote79">79</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anarch, thy hand, great, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anarchy, hold eternal, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ancient of days, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Angels come and go, <a href="#Quote84">84</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lackey her, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where, fear to tread, <a href="#Quote83">83</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Angels' visits, short and far between, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anger never made good guard, <a href="#Quote87">87</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Anger's my meat, <a href="#Quote86">86</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Angling, the pleasantest, <a href="#Quote88">88</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wagered on your, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Anna, here thou, great, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Antiquity, ways of hoar, <a href="#Quote92">92</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apathy, in lazy, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apollo's laurel bough, <a href="#Quote213">213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apostles would have done, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apostolic blows and knocks, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apparel, fashion wears out more, <a href="#Quote678">678</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft proclaims the man, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Apparition, a lovely, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Apparitions, like, seen and gone, <a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Appearances to save, his only care, <a href="#Quote98">98</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Appetite, good digestion wait on, <a href="#Quote99">99</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grown by what it fed on, <a href="#Quote46">46</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands cook, <a href="#Quote100">100</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Applaud to the very echo, <a href="#Quote10">10</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Applause, attentive to his own, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of listening senates, <a href="#Quote103">103</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh, popular, <a href="#Quote102">102</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Apples, since Eve ate, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small choice in rotten, <a href="#Quote316">316</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +April cold with dropping rain, <a href="#Quote105">105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aprile has fairly come, <a href="#Quote106">106</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aprille, with his shoures sote, <a href="#Quote104">104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arabs, fold their tents like the, <a href="#Quote1889">1889</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arch, look on its broken, <a href="#Quote1716">1716</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arguing, in, the parson owned his skill, <a href="#Quote107">107</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Argument, height of this great, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arms on armor clashing, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Arrow, shot mine, o'er the house, <a href="#Quote241">241</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">swifter than, <a href="#Quote1845">1845</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Art is the child of Nature, <a href="#Quote110">110</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nature is but, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O man, is thine alone, <a href="#Quote109">109</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Artist, in framing an, <a href="#Quote111">111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aspect, with grave, he rose, <a href="#Quote112">112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aspiration lifts him from the earth, <a href="#Quote113">113</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Assurance double sure, I'll make, <a href="#Quote114">114</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Asters, purple, nod, <a href="#Quote130">130</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Atheist, by night an, half believes a God, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Athena, august, <a href="#Quote116">116</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Athens, the eye of Greece, <a href="#Quote117">117</a><br /> +<br /> +Attachment to the well-known place, <a href="#Quote914">914</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Attempt and not the deed, <a href="#Quote118">118</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Auburn, sweet, <a href="#Quote2003">2003</a>.<br /> +<br /> +August round her precious gifts is flinging, <a href="#Quote121">121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Aurora, fair daughter of the dawn, <a href="#Quote122">122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Author, no, ever spared a brother, <a href="#Quote124">124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Authority, drest in a little brief, <a href="#Quote126">126</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Authors steal their works, <a href="#Quote123">123</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Autumn in the misty morn, <a href="#Quote131">131</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">succeeds, a sober, tepid age, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who may paint thee, <a href="#Quote128">128</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wins you best, <a href="#Quote129">129</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Avarice, a good old-gentlemanly vice, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">creeping on, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">old men sicken of, <a href="#Quote134">134</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, <a href="#Quote135">135</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Bacchus with pink eyne, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Backward, turn backward, <a href="#Quote313">313</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Balances, Jove lifts the golden, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ball, I saw her at a county, <a href="#Quote137">137</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banishment, bitter bread of, <a href="#Quote138">138</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banner with the strange device, <a href="#Quote141">141</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Banners, all thy, wave, <a href="#Quote142">142</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hang out our, <a href="#Quote140">140</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bard, blind, on Chian strand, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bark, fatal and perfidious, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Battle line, our far-flung, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rages loud and long, <a href="#Quote149">149</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who in life's, <a href="#Quote194">194</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beams athwart the sea, <a href="#Quote151">151</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bear, rugged Russian, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beard, his tawny, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was as white as snow, <a href="#Quote152">152</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beast, that wants discourse of reason, <a href="#Quote154">154</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beauty, a thing of, is a joy, <a href="#Quote159">159</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cost her nothing, <a href="#Quote658">658</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">draws us with a single hair, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dwells in deep retreats, <a href="#Quote163">163</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a vain and doubtful good, <a href="#Quote156">156</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is its own excuse, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">needs not the flourish of praise, <a href="#Quote155">155</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands in the admiration, <a href="#Quote157">157</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bed, in, we laugh, <a href="#Quote164">164</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, was made, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bees, murmuring of innumerable, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Beggars, mounted, <a href="#Quote167">167</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, die, <a href="#Quote168">168</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Beggary, impotent and snail-paced, <a href="#Quote524">524</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Behavior, upon his good, <a href="#Quote169">169</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Belial, sons of, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bell, merry as a marriage, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the Sabbath, <a href="#Quote1546">1546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bells, mellow wedding, <a href="#Quote173">173</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ring out, wild, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those evening, <a href="#Quote171">171</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bethlehem, hail to the king of, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birds in their little nests, <a href="#Quote672">672</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birth is but a sleep, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Birthday, a day that rose, <a href="#Quote180">180</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bivouac of the dead, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blasphemy in the soldier, <a href="#Quote182">182</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blessedness, dies in single, <a href="#Quote283">283</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blessings brighten as they take their flight, <a href="#Quote184">184</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wait on virtuous deeds, <a href="#Quote185">185</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Blind among enemies, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bliss which centres in the mind, <a href="#Quote189">189</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Blood, a drop of manly, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flesh and, so cheap, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a juice of special kind, <a href="#Quote192">192</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, burns, <a href="#Quote190">190</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Boat, swiftly glides the bonnie, <a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Body, upon my burned, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bond, I'll have my, <a href="#Quote200">200</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bones, come to lay his, among ye, <a href="#Quote56">56</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cursed be he that moves my, <a href="#Quote201">201</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flesh hacked from, <a href="#Quote709">709</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rattle his, over the stones <a href="#Quote202">202</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy, are marrowless, <a href="#Quote795">795</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Book, a, O rare one, <a href="#Quote203">203</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Books are a world, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cannot always please, <a href="#Quote205">205</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">deep versed in, <a href="#Quote207">207</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in the running brooks, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">many, are wearisome, <a href="#Quote1439">1439</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some, are lies, <a href="#Quote208">208</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best companions, <a href="#Quote204">204</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bore, sound that ushers in a, <a href="#Quote210">210</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bores and bored, the, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Borrower, neither a, nor a lender be, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Boston, solid men of, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bound, there 's nothing but hath his, <a href="#Quote214">214</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bounty, large was his, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no winter in 't, <a href="#Quote215">215</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bourn no traveller returns, <a href="#Quote777">777</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bowers, lodged in thy living, <a href="#Quote1952">1952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Boys, scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging, <a href="#Quote223">223</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Braes, we twa hae run about the, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brains, steal away their, <a href="#Quote587">587</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, were out, <a href="#Quote224">224</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Branch, cut is the, <a href="#Quote213">213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brave deserves the fair, <a href="#Quote226">226</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how sleep the, <a href="#Quote227">227</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more, to live, <a href="#Quote225">225</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on, ye, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bravest are the tenderest, <a href="#Quote476">476</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breach, once more unto the, <a href="#Quote228">228</a><br /> +<br /> +Bread, crammed with distressful, <a href="#Quote1490">1490</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should be so dear, <a href="#Quote229">229</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Breast, calm the troubled, <a href="#Quote231">231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breath, good man yields his, <a href="#Quote232">232</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breeches are so queer, <a href="#Quote233">233</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Breezes of the South, <a href="#Quote234">234</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brevity is very good, <a href="#Quote236">236</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the soul of wit, <a href="#Quote235">235</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bride in her bloom, <a href="#Quote238">238</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bridge of sighs, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that arched the flood, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Brook, a, comes stealing, <a href="#Quote240">240</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brookside, I wandered by the, <a href="#Quote2041">2041</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Brother, be not over-exquisite, <a href="#Quote90">90</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bubbles, the earth hath, <a href="#Quote243">243</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bucket, old oaken, <a href="#Quote244">244</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bud is on the bough, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bugle, blow, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Bully, like a tall, <a href="#Quote358">358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Buttercups, the children's dower, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Butterfly, a mere court, <a href="#Quote419">419</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd be a, <a href="#Quote218">218</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Cæsar, dead and turned to clay, <a href="#Quote253">253</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the word of, <a href="#Quote253">253</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Calamity, thou art wedded to, <a href="#Quote255">255</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caledonia, stern and wild, <a href="#Quote1052">1052</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Calendar, accursed in the, <a href="#Quote454">454</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caliban, sweet eyes at, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Calumny will sear Virtue, <a href="#Quote257">257</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Camel to thread a needle's eye, <a href="#Quote550">550</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Candle, did not see the, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hold their farthing, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throws his beams, <a href="#Quote259">259</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cannons spit forth their indignation, <a href="#Quote261">261</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Canteen, we have drunk from the same, <a href="#Quote756">756</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Captain, boisterous, of the sea, <a href="#Quote265">265</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, our fearful trip is done, <a href="#Quote264">264</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Caravanserai, God's green, <a href="#Quote258">258</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Care keeps his watch, <a href="#Quote266">266</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pursues its victim, <a href="#Quote268">268</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that is entered once, <a href="#Quote267">267</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to our coffin adds a nail, <a href="#Quote269">269</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will kill a cat, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cat, a harmless, necessary, <a href="#Quote272">272</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">care will kill a, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will mew, <a href="#Quote273">273</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Catalogue, go for men in the, <a href="#Quote575">575</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cataract haunted me, <a href="#Quote274">274</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caterpillars of the Commonwealth, <a href="#Quote417">417</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cato, give his senate laws, <a href="#Quote276">276</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cattle, call the, home, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cause, little shall I grace my, <a href="#Quote278">278</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Caverns measureless to man, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Censure from a foe, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take each man's, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ceremony was but devised, <a href="#Quote286">286</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away, <a href="#Quote315">315</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chamber, come to the bridal, <a href="#Quote493">493</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chance, all, direction, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dark idolater of, <a href="#Quote1584">1584</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grasps the skirts of, <a href="#Quote333">333</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">power men call, <a href="#Quote288">288</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Change, fear of, perplexes monarchs, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">itself can give no more, <a href="#Quote291">291</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ringing grooves of, <a href="#Quote292">292</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Chaos, black, comes again, <a href="#Quote293">293</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eldest night and, <a href="#Quote80">80</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of thought and passion, <a href="#Quote294">294</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Character in thy life, <a href="#Quote295">295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Charity, alas for the rarity of, <a href="#Quote298">298</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fulfils the law, <a href="#Quote297">297</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Charm, the, by sages often told, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Charms strike the sight, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chastity, saintly, <a href="#Quote300">300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chatterton, the marvellous boy, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chaucer, well of English, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cheek, fed on her damask, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">o'er her warm, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cherubims, still quiring to the, <a href="#Quote1708">1708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chickens, count their, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Child, a thankless, <a href="#Quote985">985</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is father of the man, <a href="#Quote309">309</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Childhood, the scenes of my, <a href="#Quote1453">1453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Children are the keys of Paradise, <a href="#Quote310">310</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gathering pebbles, <a href="#Quote312">312</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if the, were no more, <a href="#Quote307">307</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Chime, faintly as tolls the evening, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Chivalry, charge with all thy, <a href="#Quote142">142</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Choice, follow thou thy, <a href="#Quote317">317</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">goes by forever, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Choler, room to your rash, <a href="#Quote318">318</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Christ, ring in the, <a href="#Quote172">172</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the one great word, <a href="#Quote322">322</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was born across the sea, <a href="#Quote320">320</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">went agin war, <a href="#Quote323">323</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Christians have burnt each other, <a href="#Quote176">176</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Christmas comes but once a year, <a href="#Quote324">324</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hearth, holly round the, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">keep our, merry, <a href="#Quote327">327</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tide, bright be thy, <a href="#Quote326">326</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t was the night before, <a href="#Quote328">328</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Church, what is a, <a href="#Quote330">330</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who builds a, <a href="#Quote329">329</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Churchyards, when, yawn, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Circle of the golden year, <a href="#Quote151">151</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Citadel, a towered, <a href="#Quote334">334</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Citizens, before man made us, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +City, Cain, the first, made, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one who, in, pent, <a href="#Quote336">336</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Clay, blind his soul with, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cleopatra, since, died, <a href="#Quote145">145</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cliff, as some tall, <a href="#Quote341">341</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clime, cold in, are cold in blood, <a href="#Quote352">352</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Climes beyond the western main, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cloake, take thine old, <a href="#Quote343">343</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clock worn out, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cloud that's dragonish, <a href="#Quote1689">1689</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Clouds are angels' robes, <a href="#Quote348">348</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavy with storms, <a href="#Quote346">346</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hooded, like friars, <a href="#Quote150">150</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the western side, <a href="#Quote347">347</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trailing, of glory, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Clown, thou art mated with a, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coach, go call a, <a href="#Quote349">349</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cock, the early village, <a href="#Quote350">350</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coincidence, a strange, <a href="#Quote351">351</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cold, 't is bitter, <a href="#Quote353">353</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coliseum, while stands the, <a href="#Quote354">354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Colossus, like a, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Columbia, to glory arise, <a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Column, where London's, <a href="#Quote358">358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Combat, the, deepens, <a href="#Quote359">359</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Comfort comes too late, <a href="#Quote361">361</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Commandments, set my ten, <a href="#Quote362">362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Commentators each dark passage shun, <a href="#Quote363">363</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Communion with the skies, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Companions, I have had, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Compass, I mind my, <a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Complexion, mislike me not for my, <a href="#Quote372">372</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Compulsion, sweet, in music, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Concealment, like a worm, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works, <a href="#Quote375">375</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lies in his hamstring, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what are they in their, <a href="#Quote249">249</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conclusion, a foregone, <a href="#Quote376">376</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Condition is not the thing, <a href="#Quote188">188</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conflict, dire was the noise of, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more fierce the, grew, <a href="#Quote147">147</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through the heat of, <a href="#Quote256">256</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Confusion on thy banners wait, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worse confounded, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conquerors that war against your own affections, <a href="#Quote1626">1626</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conquest's crimson wing, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conscience does make cowards, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">into what abyss, <a href="#Quote387">387</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the king, <a href="#Quote1341">1341</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, rarely gnaws, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Conscious stone to beauty grew, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consideration like an angel came, <a href="#Quote389">389</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consistency wuz a part of his plan, <a href="#Quote391">391</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consolation, grief is crowned with, <a href="#Quote390">390</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed, <a href="#Quote393">393</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Constancy lives in realms above, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consummation devoutly to be wished, <a href="#Quote396">396</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Consumption's ghastly form, <a href="#Quote493">493</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Contemplation and valor formed, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Contempt, contemptible to shun, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Content can soothe, <a href="#Quote401">401</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">commends me to mine own, <a href="#Quote400">400</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Contest, great, follows, <a href="#Quote403">403</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Convents bosomed deep in vines, <a href="#Quote2">2</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Conversation, in, boldness bears sway, <a href="#Quote199">199</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">skill of, lies in, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Copse, near yonder, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Corruption is a tree, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mining all within, <a href="#Quote528">528</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall deluge all, <a href="#Quote409">409</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Counsel, bosom up my, <a href="#Quote410">410</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Countenance will change to virtue, <a href="#Quote1357">1357</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Country, God made the, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">left our, for our country's good, <a href="#Quote413">413</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, 'tis of thee, <a href="#Quote1315">1315</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the undiscovered, <a href="#Quote217">217</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Court melted into one whisper, <a href="#Quote1580">1580</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Courtesy, that fine sense which men call, <a href="#Quote420">420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Courtier, not a, hath a heart, <a href="#Quote418">418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coward, call him a slanderous, <a href="#Quote521">521</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never on himself relies, <a href="#Quote428">428</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cowards, common men are, <a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">conscience does make, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">die many times, <a href="#Quote426">426</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cowslips wan, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Coxcombs, some made, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">vanquish Berkeley, <a href="#Quote431">431</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Crack of doom, <a href="#Quote577">577</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cradle of reposing age, <a href="#Quote432">432</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cradles rock us nearer to the tomb, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Creation sleeps, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Creatures, millions of spiritual, <a href="#Quote1783">1783</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Credit, blest paper, <a href="#Quote435">435</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cricket, thou winter, <a href="#Quote12">12</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Critical, I am nothing if not, <a href="#Quote439">439</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Critics I saw, that names deface, <a href="#Quote440">440</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Crocus, the yellow, <a href="#Quote321">321</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our chief of men, <a href="#Quote441">441</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cross, the, leads generations on, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Crown, a fruitless, <a href="#Quote444">444</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I give away my, <a href="#Quote3">3</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">likeness of a kingly, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Crutch, shoulders his, <a href="#Quote707">707</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cupid is a casuist, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is painted blind, <a href="#Quote447">447</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cure for life's ills, <a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curfew tolls the knell, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curiosity, that low vice, <a href="#Quote451">451</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curls, shakes his ambrosial, <a href="#Quote452">452</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Current, take the, when it serves, <a href="#Quote453">453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curs, like to village, bark, <a href="#Quote1200">1200</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Curses, mouth-honor, breath, <a href="#Quote455">455</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Custom calls me to it, <a href="#Quote458">458</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that monster, <a href="#Quote459">459</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cut, unkindest, of all, <a href="#Quote1982">1982</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Cygnet to this pale faint swan, <a href="#Quote754">754</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Daffadills, we weep to see, <a href="#Quote461">461</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dagger, is this a, <a href="#Quote462">462</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the mind, <a href="#Quote462">462</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Daisy's cheek is tipped, <a href="#Quote463">463</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dame, he that would win his, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dames of ancient days, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damn with faint praise, <a href="#Quote1369">1369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damnation, deal, round the land, <a href="#Quote464">464</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damned use that word in hell, <a href="#Quote139">139</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Damsel, a, lay deploring, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with a dulcimer, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dance, on with the, <a href="#Quote469">469</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the Pyrrhic, <a href="#Quote470">470</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Danger, out of this nettle, <a href="#Quote472">472</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shape of, <a href="#Quote473">473</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dante of the dread Inferno, <a href="#Quote474">474</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dare do all that may become a man, <a href="#Quote475">475</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Darkness, all day the, <a href="#Quote532">532</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">bends down like a mother, <a href="#Quote477">477</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the instruments of, <a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">universal, buries all, <a href="#Quote478">478</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">visible, no light but, <a href="#Quote895">895</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Darling of the April rain, <a href="#Quote2009">2009</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Daughter of the voice of God, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still harping on my, <a href="#Quote480">480</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Day, at the close of the, <a href="#Quote485">485</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">begins to break, <a href="#Quote483">483</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">each, critique on the last, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is done, <a href="#Quote632">632</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it is a sultry, <a href="#Quote1819">1819</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the kingly, <a href="#Quote1828">1828</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Days are in the yellow leaf, <a href="#Quote486">486</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly, that cannot die, <a href="#Quote487">487</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Days, nor mourn the unalterable, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, begin with trouble, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thirty, hath September, <a href="#Quote1211">1211</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Death, a necessary end, <a href="#Quote488">488</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">a strange, delicious amazement, <a href="#Quote498">498</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">all seasons for thine own, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">came with friendly care, <a href="#Quote979">979</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">close folio wing, <a href="#Quote492">492</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cometh soon or late, <a href="#Quote495">495</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cruel, is always near, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dread of something after, <a href="#Quote777">777</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">his, calcined thee to dust, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how wonderful is, <a href="#Quote502">502</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in itself is nothing, <a href="#Quote504">504</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is beautiful, <a href="#Quote503">503</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lies on her, <a href="#Quote490">490</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">loves a shining mark, <a href="#Quote494">494</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lurks in every flower, <a href="#Quote501">501</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">only kind to mortals, <a href="#Quote497">497</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rides on every passing breeze, <a href="#Quote501">501</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is no, <a href="#Quote499">499</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art sweet, <a href="#Quote778">778</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">though, be poor, <a href="#Quote491">491</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t is, to me to be at enmity, <a href="#Quote617">617</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Death's untimely frost, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">voice sounds like a prophet's, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Debts, call our old, in, <a href="#Quote388">388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Decay's effacing fingers, <a href="#Quote506">506</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deceit should steal such gentle shapes, <a href="#Quote508">508</a>.<br /> +<br /> +December, came the chill, <a href="#Quote510">510</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Decency, want of, <a href="#Quote512">512</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deed, so shines a good, <a href="#Quote259">259</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deeds, easy to beget great, <a href="#Quote516">516</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">excused his devilish, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Deep where Holland lies, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Defence, at one gate, to make, <a href="#Quote520">520</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Delay leads impotent beggary, <a href="#Quote524">524</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deliberation, deep on his front engraven, <a href="#Quote526">526</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Denmark, something is rotten in, <a href="#Quote529">529</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Deputy, this outward-sainted, <a href="#Quote955">955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Desert, where no life is found, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Desire, bloom of young, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">liveth not in fierce, <a href="#Quote535">535</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Despair defies even despotism, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">then black, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Despotism, despair defies even, <a href="#Quote537">537</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Destiny, shady leaves of, <a href="#Quote541">541</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Detractions, they that hear their, <a href="#Quote543">543</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Devil, abashed the, stood, <a href="#Quote1">1</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, builds a chapel, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can cite scripture, <a href="#Quote1422">1422</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has the largest congregation, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">laughing, in his sneer, <a href="#Quote878">878</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sends cooks, <a href="#Quote406">406</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">temptation of the, <a href="#Quote1886">1886</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was sick, the. <a href="#Quote546">546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dew, resolve itself into a, <a href="#Quote722">722</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dial, true as the, to the sun, <a href="#Quote549">549</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Die, we must all, <a href="#Quote1231">1231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dies, nothing, but something mourns, <a href="#Quote1232">1232</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Digestion, good, wait on appetite, <a href="#Quote99">99</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Digression, there began a lang, <a href="#Quote552">552</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dinner, much depends on, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discontent, the winter of our, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discord, brayed horrible, <a href="#Quote381">381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">effects from civil, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft in music, <a href="#Quote555">555</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Discourse, with such large, <a href="#Quote557">557</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Discretion, not to outsport, <a href="#Quote558">558</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best part of valor, <a href="#Quote559">559</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Diseases, desperate grown, <a href="#Quote560">560</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disguise, 't is manly to disdain, <a href="#Quote561">561</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disobedience, of man's first, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Disposition, a very melancholy, <a href="#Quote565">565</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dispute, could we forbear, <a href="#Quote63">63</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Distance lends enchantment, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Diver did hang a salt-fish, <a href="#Quote89">89</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Divinity that shapes our ends, <a href="#Quote573">573</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doctor Fell, I do not love thee, <a href="#Quote562">562</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dog, I'd rather be a, <a href="#Quote237">237</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will have his day, <a href="#Quote273">273</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dogs of war, let slip the, <a href="#Quote1499">1499</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dolphins play, pleased to see, <a href="#Quote369">369</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dome, hand that rounded Peter's, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dominion over palm and pine, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Done, if it were, when 't is, <a href="#Quote25">25</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doubt, modest, is called, <a href="#Quote578">578</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doubts, our, are traitors, <a href="#Quote579">579</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Doves, the moan of, <a href="#Quote166">166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Drama's laws, the, <a href="#Quote580">580</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dream, a, so sweet, <a href="#Quote554">554</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fickle as a changeful, <a href="#Quote702">702</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dreams are a world, <a href="#Quote206">206</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are children of an idle brain, <a href="#Quote581">581</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have breath and tears, <a href="#Quote582">582</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">glimpses of forgotten, <a href="#Quote584">584</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some, are nothing but dreams, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such stuff as, are made on, <a href="#Quote1726">1726</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dress, be plain in, <a href="#Quote585">585</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">drains our cellar dry, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we sacrifice to, <a href="#Quote586">586</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Drink, give him strong, <a href="#Quote588">588</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Drunkard, some frolic, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dulcimer, damsel with a, <a href="#Quote465">465</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dunce, a, at home, <a href="#Quote591">591</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Dungeon, dweller in yon, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Duty, if that name thou love, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>. I<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Eagle, stretched upon the plain, <a href="#Quote594">594</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eagle's fate and mine are one, <a href="#Quote1657">1657</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ear, give every man thine, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more is meant than meets the, <a href="#Quote595">595</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Earth doth like a snake renew, <a href="#Quote596">596</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">felt the wound, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath bubbles, <a href="#Quote243">243</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lie lightly, gentle, <a href="#Quote598">598</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with her thousand voices, <a href="#Quote599">599</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ease, I'll take mine, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would recant vows, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +East, opening chambers of the, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Echo, applaud thee to the very, <a href="#Quote101">101</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fading from the chime, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">waits with art, <a href="#Quote605">605</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Echoes roll from soul to soul, <a href="#Quote606">606</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">set the wild, flying, <a href="#Quote246">246</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eclipse, built in the, <a href="#Quote456">456</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">total, without all hope of day, <a href="#Quote186">186</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eden, through, took their solitary way, <a href="#Quote608">608</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Education forms the common mind, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eloquence, mother of arts and, <a href="#Quote117">117</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Elves, the criticising, <a href="#Quote698">698</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Embers, glowing, through the room, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Embroidery, sad, wears, <a href="#Quote429">429</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Emerson first, there comes, <a href="#Quote611">611</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enchantment, distance lends, <a href="#Quote570">570</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enemy in their mouths, <a href="#Quote587">587</a>.<br /> +<br /> +England, model to thy inward greatness, <a href="#Quote616">616</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ensign, tear her tattered, <a href="#Quote618">618</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Enthusiasm, a moral inebriety, <a href="#Quote619">619</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Envy is a kind of praise, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will pursue merit, <a href="#Quote621">621</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">withers at joy, <a href="#Quote622">622</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Err, to, is human, <a href="#Quote745">745</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Error and mistake are infinite, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall, father truth, <a href="#Quote626">626</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wounded, writhes with pain, <a href="#Quote627">627</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought, <a href="#Quote629">629</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Europe, better fifty years of, <a href="#Quote630">630</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eve, since, ate apples, <a href="#Quote553">553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Events, coming, cast their shadows before, <a href="#Quote1390">1390</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Evil, be thou my good, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">springs up, <a href="#Quote635">635</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that men do lives, <a href="#Quote636">636</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Exercise, the sad mechanic, <a href="#Quote1293">1293</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Expectation makes a blessing dear, <a href="#Quote640">640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Experience is by industry achieved, <a href="#Quote641">641</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">long, made him sage, <a href="#Quote642">642</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Extremes in nature equal good produce, <a href="#Quote643">643</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, <a href="#Quote279">279</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of childhood fears a painted devil, <a href="#Quote545">545</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the black, the blue, <a href="#Quote649">649</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Eyes are homes of silent prayer, <a href="#Quote648">648</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">bright, rain influence, <a href="#Quote982">982</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">half defiant, <a href="#Quote646">646</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">soft, looked love, <a href="#Quote651">651</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">soul-deep, <a href="#Quote647">647</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetest, were ever seen, <a href="#Quote650">650</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">true, too pure, <a href="#Quote645">645</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were made for seeing, <a href="#Quote161">161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with a wondrous charm, <a href="#Quote646">646</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Fabric, like an exhalation, <a href="#Quote652">652</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like the baseless, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Face, can't I another's, commend, <a href="#Quote655">655</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">false, must hide, <a href="#Quote568">568</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he hides a shining, <a href="#Quote656">656</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">light upon her, <a href="#Quote654">654</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that launched a thousand ships, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this man, whose homely, <a href="#Quote1101">1101</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Face, the old familiar, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fair, exceeding, she was not, <a href="#Quote658">658</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is foul, and foul is, <a href="#Quote657">657</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fairy land, this is the, <a href="#Quote659">659</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Faith, amaranthine flower of, <a href="#Quote662">662</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">for modes of, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has centre everywhere, <a href="#Quote661">661</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if, produce no works, <a href="#Quote660">660</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">saddest thing, to lose, <a href="#Quote571">571</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Faithless, among the, faithful, <a href="#Quote4">4</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fall, he that is down needs fear no, <a href="#Quote664">664</a>.<br /> +<br /> +False as air, <a href="#Quote665">665</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Falsehood, strife of Truth with, <a href="#Quote514">514</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fame, damned to everlasting, <a href="#Quote671">671</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is double-mouthed, <a href="#Quote667">667</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">morning when I longed for, <a href="#Quote669">669</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fame, that all hunt after, <a href="#Quote666">666</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's, <a href="#Quote668">668</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fame's eternall beadroll, <a href="#Quote302">302</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eternal camping-ground, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">proud temple shines afar, <a href="#Quote670">670</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Families of yesterday, <a href="#Quote1300">1300</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Famine is in thy cheeks, <a href="#Quote673">673</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fancy, she's all my, painted her, <a href="#Quote675">675</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where is, bred, <a href="#Quote674">674</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Farewell, a word that must be, <a href="#Quote677">677</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through keen delights, <a href="#Quote676">676</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thee, Araby's daughter, <a href="#Quote481">481</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Farmers, the embattled, stood, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fashion wears out more apparel, <a href="#Quote678">678</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fate, binding Nature fast in, <a href="#Quote682">682</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has wove the thread of life, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take a bond of, <a href="#Quote114">114</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, summons, monarchs obey, <a href="#Quote680">680</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fates, what, impose, <a href="#Quote679">679</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Father of all, in every age, <a href="#Quote685">685</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wise, knows his own child, <a href="#Quote684">684</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fathers, God of our, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fault, condemn the, <a href="#Quote686">686</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Faults, chide him for, <a href="#Quote306">306</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in vain, my, ye quote, <a href="#Quote688">688</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fear, desponding, <a href="#Quote693">693</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is most accursed, <a href="#Quote692">692</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what should be the, <a href="#Quote691">691</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Feasts, blest be those, <a href="#Quote695">695</a>.<br /> +<br /> +February, slant sun of, <a href="#Quote697">697</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Feelings, some, are to mortals given, <a href="#Quote893">893</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Feet beneath her petticoat, <a href="#Quote467">467</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">her, like snails, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fellow, touchy, testy, pleasant, <a href="#Quote700">700</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Female of sex it seems, <a href="#Quote701">701</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fiction, by fairy, drest, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rises to the eye, <a href="#Quote703">703</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fields, rejoice ye, <a href="#Quote121">121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fiend, a frightful, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fight another day, <a href="#Quote710">710</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fire, from beds of raging, <a href="#Quote711">711</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Firmament, now glowed the, <a href="#Quote712">712</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">spacious, on high, <a href="#Quote713">713</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fish, I can, and study too, <a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flag of the free heart's hope, <a href="#Quote714">714</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the meteor, of England, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flame, freedom's holy, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that lit the battle's wreck, <a href="#Quote717">717</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flatter, I cannot, <a href="#Quote718">718</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flattery, can, soothe the ear of death, <a href="#Quote720">720</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the food of fools, <a href="#Quote719">719</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flea has smaller fleas, <a href="#Quote721">721</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flesh, this too solid, <a href="#Quote722">722</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flight, no thought of, <a href="#Quote416">416</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Flood, leap into this angry, <a href="#Quote724">724</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">taken at the, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Flowers preach to us, <a href="#Quote726">726</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that skirt the frost, <a href="#Quote728">728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the gentle race of, <a href="#Quote725">725</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">they talk in, <a href="#Quote727">727</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wither at the north-wind's breath, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fly, oh could I, <a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Foe, the erect, the manly, <a href="#Quote729">729</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Folks, unhappy, on shore now, <a href="#Quote1680">1680</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Folly, if, grow romantic, <a href="#Quote731">731</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lovely woman stoops to, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fools are my theme, <a href="#Quote734">734</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ever since the Conquest, <a href="#Quote736">736</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our scorn may raise, <a href="#Quote620">620</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paradise of, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rush in where angels fear, <a href="#Quote737">737</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to talking ever prone, <a href="#Quote730">730</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Footprints on the sands of time, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fop, some fiery, <a href="#Quote590">590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fops, positive, persisting, <a href="#Quote260">260</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Force, who overcomes by, <a href="#Quote740">740</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forest primeval, this is the, <a href="#Quote742">742</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forget, lest we, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forgetfulness, not in entire, <a href="#Quote743">743</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forgive, good to, <a href="#Quote747">747</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those who, most, <a href="#Quote746">746</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Forgiveness to the injured does belong, <a href="#Quote1299">1299</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Form of life and light, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Forsaken, when he is, <a href="#Quote1282">1282</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fortitude is seen in great exploits, <a href="#Quote749">749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fortune, forever, wilt thou prove, <a href="#Quote752">752</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is female, <a href="#Quote751">751</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fortune keeps an upward course, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stings and arrows of, <a href="#Quote1959">1959</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will, never come, <a href="#Quote750">750</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fortune's power, I am not now in, <a href="#Quote39">39</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Frailty, thy name is Woman, <a href="#Quote753">753</a>.<br /> +<br /> +France, 't is better using, <a href="#Quote755">755</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freedom from her mountain-height, <a href="#Quote761">761</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my angel, his name is, <a href="#Quote759">759</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sternly said, <a href="#Quote760">760</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art not a girl, <a href="#Quote758">758</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Freedom's battle, once begun, <a href="#Quote148">148</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freeman whom the truth makes free, <a href="#Quote1965">1965</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Freemen, corrupted, the worst of slaves, <a href="#Quote1724">1724</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Friend, of every friendless name the, <a href="#Quote768">768</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh, be my, <a href="#Quote765">765</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">save me from the candid, <a href="#Quote729">729</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thy, be true, <a href="#Quote706">706</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Friends in youth, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of humblest, scorn not one, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">remembering my good, <a href="#Quote763">763</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou hast, and their adoption tried, <a href="#Quote764">764</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">two, two bodies, <a href="#Quote767">767</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Friendships of the world, <a href="#Quote766">766</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Front, his fair large, <a href="#Quote770">770</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Frost and light, work of, <a href="#Quote772">772</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fell death's untimely, <a href="#Quote773">773</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the panes are hung with, <a href="#Quote771">771</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fruit, the ripest, first falls, <a href="#Quote774">774</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Funeral baked meats, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Furrows, we see time's, <a href="#Quote57">57</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Fury like a woman scorned, <a href="#Quote775">775</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of a patient man, <a href="#Quote776">776</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Future, trust no, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Gage, there I throw my, <a href="#Quote287">287</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gain, play not for, <a href="#Quote784">784</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unvexed with cares of, <a href="#Quote781">781</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gait, I ken the manner of his, <a href="#Quote113">113</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gale, so sinks the, <a href="#Quote782">782</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thorn that scents the evening, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Garden, God the first, made, <a href="#Quote786">786</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">where flowers were heaped, <a href="#Quote785">785</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Garden, where the, smiled, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garret, born in the, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garrick, here lies David, <a href="#Quote788">788</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, <a href="#Quote123">123</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gem of purest ray serene, <a href="#Quote789">789</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Genius commands thee, <a href="#Quote357">357</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">goes and Folly stays, <a href="#Quote791">791</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must be born, <a href="#Quote790">790</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gentleman, who was then the, <a href="#Quote793">793</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gentlemen, that neither envy the great, <a href="#Quote792">792</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gentleness shall force, <a href="#Quote794">794</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ghost, like an ill-used, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what gentle, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ghosts and forms of fright, <a href="#Quote796">796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gifts are locked up in my heart, <a href="#Quote798">798</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">free of, that cost them nothing, <a href="#Quote799">799</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Girdle round the earth, <a href="#Quote800">800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Girls blush, sometimes, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gloamin, late in a, <a href="#Quote801">801</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gloom, teach light to counterfeit a, <a href="#Quote802">802</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Glory, awake to, <a href="#Quote807">807</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">excess of, obscured, <a href="#Quote804">804</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from defect arise, <a href="#Quote519">519</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gilds the sacred page, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">go where, waits thee, <a href="#Quote805">805</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">greater, dim the less, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">guards with solemn round, <a href="#Quote181">181</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is like a circle in water, <a href="#Quote803">803</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">or the grave, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pursue, and generous shame, <a href="#Quote716">716</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Glow-worm shows the matin, <a href="#Quote808">808</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gluttony, swinish, ne'er looks to heaven, <a href="#Quote809">809</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gnat, who's sorry for a, <a href="#Quote196">196</a>.<br /> +<br /> +God, all but, is changing, <a href="#Quote290">290</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">alone was seen in heaven, <a href="#Quote813">813</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an atheist half believes a, <a href="#Quote115">115</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">conscious water saw its, <a href="#Quote814">814</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">erects a house of prayer, <a href="#Quote384">384</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from thee, great, we spring, <a href="#Quote815">815</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the perfect poet, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made the country, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our fathers, <a href="#Quote744">744</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +God, only, may be had for the asking, <a href="#Quote810">810</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the life and light, <a href="#Quote812">812</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Goddess fair and free, <a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she moves a, <a href="#Quote1417">1417</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gods arrive when half-gods go, <a href="#Quote817">817</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grow angry with your patience, <a href="#Quote1016">1016</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, detest my baseness, <a href="#Quote145">145</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, are just, <a href="#Quote816">816</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +God's love seemed lost, <a href="#Quote531">531</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Going, the order of your, <a href="#Quote824">824</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gold, all that glisters is not, <a href="#Quote97">97</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can love be bought with, <a href="#Quote2037">2037</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">crying is a cry for, <a href="#Quote820">820</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">cursed lust of, <a href="#Quote819">819</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">narrowing lust of, <a href="#Quote172">172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poison to men's souls, <a href="#Quote818">818</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the lust of, <a href="#Quote132">132</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to gild refined, <a href="#Quote638">638</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Golden Rod, autumn blaze of, <a href="#Quote130">130</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Good he scorned stalked off, <a href="#Quote85">85</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is oft interred with their bones, <a href="#Quote636">636</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, at once, <a href="#Quote824">824</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, till it be morrow, <a href="#Quote825">825</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">night, to each a fair, <a href="#Quote826">826</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, die first, <a href="#Quote822">822</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Goodness and he fill up one monument, <a href="#Quote821">821</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Government, for forms of, <a href="#Quote829">829</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes them seem divine, <a href="#Quote827">827</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Gowans fine, pu'd the, <a href="#Quote222">222</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grace beyond the reach of art, <a href="#Quote831">831</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet attractive, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was in all her steps, <a href="#Quote551">551</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we have forgot, <a href="#Quote830">830</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grandeur with a disdainful smile, <a href="#Quote832">832</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, <a href="#Quote466">466</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gratitude of men, <a href="#Quote834">834</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still small voice of, <a href="#Quote833">833</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grave, companions in the, <a href="#Quote835">835</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hungry as the, <a href="#Quote951">951</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men shiver when thou 'rt named, <a href="#Quote836">836</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sun shine sweetly on my, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">under the deep sea, <a href="#Quote533">533</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Great, rightly to be, <a href="#Quote839">839</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some are born, <a href="#Quote838">838</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Greatness, highest point of all my, <a href="#Quote838">838</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Greece, but living, no more, <a href="#Quote842">842</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">glory that was, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sad relic of departed worth, <a href="#Quote841">841</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the isles of, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Greeks joined Greeks, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Grief, forestall his date of, <a href="#Quote847">847</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is crowned with consolation, <a href="#Quote390">390</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">my, lies onward, <a href="#Quote845">845</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silent manliness of, <a href="#Quote849">849</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the holy name of, <a href="#Quote848">848</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's gone should be past, <a href="#Quote846">846</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ground, haunted, holy, <a href="#Quote850">850</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Groves, frequenting sacred, <a href="#Quote852">852</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were God's first temples, <a href="#Quote1951">1951</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grudge, feed fat the ancient, <a href="#Quote853">853</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Gudgeons, to swallow, <a href="#Quote305">305</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guest, welcome the coming, <a href="#Quote855">855</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guests, unbidden, <a href="#Quote854">854</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Guilt, full of artless jealousy, <a href="#Quote856">856</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">once harbored, <a href="#Quote857">857</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Habit, costly thy, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Habits, ill, gather by unseen degrees, <a href="#Quote858">858</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small, well pursued, <a href="#Quote859">859</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hags, midnight, call fiends, <a href="#Quote2077">2077</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hair, beauty draws us with a single, <a href="#Quote162">162</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">draws you with a single, <a href="#Quote860">860</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from his horrid, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">golden, like sunlight, <a href="#Quote861">861</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">streamed like a meteor, <a href="#Quote863">863</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when you see fair, <a href="#Quote862">862</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would rouse and stir, <a href="#Quote938">938</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hairs, his silver, <a href="#Quote52">52</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Halter, felt the, draw, <a href="#Quote864">864</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hand in hand with you, <a href="#Quote865">865</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that rounded Peter's dome, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">white, delicate, dimpled, <a href="#Quote866">866</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hands, now join your, <a href="#Quote567">567</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that the rod of empire might have swayed, <a href="#Quote613">613</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny, <a href="#Quote1157">1157</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hangman of creation, <a href="#Quote592">592</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Happiness depends, as nature shows, <a href="#Quote868">868</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our being's end and aim, <a href="#Quote869">869</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that makes the heart afraid, <a href="#Quote867">867</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Harm, to win us to our, <a href="#Quote1885">1885</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Harmony, from heavenly, <a href="#Quote871">871</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">touches of sweet, <a href="#Quote870">870</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Harp of thousand strings, <a href="#Quote1972">1972</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">through Tara's halls, <a href="#Quote872">872</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Haste, let your, commend your duty, <a href="#Quote873">873</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more, worst speed, <a href="#Quote874">874</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hat, broad-brimmed, <a href="#Quote875">875</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the old three-cornered, <a href="#Quote233">233</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hate me with your hearts, <a href="#Quote876">876</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wounds of deadly, <a href="#Quote877">877</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hazards, great things are achieved through, <a href="#Quote19">19</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Head, here rests his, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oh good gray, <a href="#Quote881">881</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the wise, the reverend, <a href="#Quote882">882</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Health, better to hunt in fields for, <a href="#Quote884">884</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with, all pleasure flies, <a href="#Quote883">883</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heart bowed down by weight of woe, <a href="#Quote888">888</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">incessant battery to her, <a href="#Quote421">421</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may give a lesson, <a href="#Quote889">889</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">merry, goes all the day, <a href="#Quote885">885</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rise, thy Lord is risen, <a href="#Quote602">602</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she wants a, <a href="#Quote886">886</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we cannot heal the throbbing, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hearts, great, have largest room to bless, <a href="#Quote840">840</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heathen Chinee is peculiar, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heaven doth with us as we with torches, <a href="#Quote2010">2010</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath a hand in these events, <a href="#Quote1486">1486</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is above all yet, <a href="#Quote891">891</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as the book of God, <a href="#Quote892">892</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sends us good meat, <a href="#Quote406">406</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hecuba, what's, to him, <a href="#Quote977">977</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Heir, creation's, <a href="#Quote901">901</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of all the ages, <a href="#Quote900">900</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hell, better to reign in, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">breathes out contagion, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fear of, a hangman's whip, <a href="#Quote694">694</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grew darker at their frown, <a href="#Quote896">896</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a city much like London, <a href="#Quote899">899</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">itself should gape, <a href="#Quote542">542</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">merit heaven by making earth a, <a href="#Quote898">898</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never mentions, to ears polite, <a href="#Quote897">897</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heralds high before him run, <a href="#Quote448">448</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hero in our eyes, <a href="#Quote903">903</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when his sword, <a href="#Quote904">904</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Heroes are much the same, <a href="#Quote902">902</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as great have died, <a href="#Quote905">905</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hesperus rode brightest, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>.<br /> +<br /> +High as we have mounted, <a href="#Quote523">523</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Highland Mary, spare his, <a href="#Quote1355">1355</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hill, mine be the breezy, <a href="#Quote837">837</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hills of the stormy North, <a href="#Quote907">907</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rock-ribbed and ancient, <a href="#Quote906">906</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +History hath but one page, <a href="#Quote908">908</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holiday, butchered to make a Roman, <a href="#Quote910">910</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holidays, if all the year were, <a href="#Quote909">909</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Holly round the Christmas hearth, <a href="#Quote325">325</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Homage, no worthless pomp of, <a href="#Quote912">912</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Home is the resort of love, <a href="#Quote913">913</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the sailor, <a href="#Quote915">915</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">kindred points of heaven and, <a href="#Quote917">917</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no place like, <a href="#Quote916">916</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Homer, deep-browed, <a href="#Quote919">919</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seven cities warred for, <a href="#Quote920">920</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will be all the books you need, <a href="#Quote918">918</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Homes, forced from their, <a href="#Quote639">639</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honest man's the noblest work of God, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honey, surfeited with, <a href="#Quote1572">1572</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honey-bees, so work the, <a href="#Quote165">165</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Honor and shame from no condition rise, <a href="#Quote926">926</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, a pilgrim gray, <a href="#Quote928">928</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rooted in dishonor, <a href="#Quote927">927</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sinks where commerce long prevails, <a href="#Quote364">364</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much, a burthen, <a href="#Quote923">923</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">travels in a strait so narrow, <a href="#Quote924">924</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, <a href="#Quote925">925</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">at the stake, <a href="#Quote839">839</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hood, a page of, <a href="#Quote929">929</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hope abandon, ye who enter in, <a href="#Quote936">936</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">farewell, and farewell, fear, <a href="#Quote634">634</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flies with swallows' wings, <a href="#Quote930">930</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly, is all serene, <a href="#Quote934">934</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in thy sweet garden grow, <a href="#Quote933">933</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never comes that comes to all, <a href="#Quote935">935</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">springs eternal, <a href="#Quote932">932</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">withering fled, <a href="#Quote878">878</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hope's tender blossoms, <a href="#Quote194">194</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Horn, Triton blow his wreathed, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Horrors, on horror's head, <a href="#Quote939">939</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">supped full with, <a href="#Quote938">938</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Horse, my kingdom for a, <a href="#Quote940">940</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, was blind, <a href="#Quote1676">1676</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hospitality, doing deeds of, <a href="#Quote332">332</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Host, leader, mingling with the vulgar, <a href="#Quote943">943</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such a numerous, <a href="#Quote518">518</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hounds, they rouse from sleep, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hour, catch the transient, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">for one short, to see the souls, <a href="#Quote779">779</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this pernicious, <a href="#Quote454">454</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too busy with the crowded, <a href="#Quote944">944</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when lover's vows, <a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hours, lovers' absent, <a href="#Quote6">6</a>.<br /> +<br /> +House, a naked, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there's nae luck about the, <a href="#Quote946">946</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Humanity, O suffering, sad, <a href="#Quote948">948</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still, sad music of, <a href="#Quote947">947</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hunger best, who bears, <a href="#Quote615">615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Huntsman, the healthy, <a href="#Quote952">952</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Husband, advices frae the wife despises, <a href="#Quote954">954</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as the, is, the wife is, <a href="#Quote953">953</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hypocrisy, evil that walks invisible, <a href="#Quote956">956</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Hypocrite had left his mark, <a href="#Quote957">957</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Ice in June, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">motionless as, <a href="#Quote958">958</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Idea, teach the young, <a href="#Quote959">959</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ignorance, from, our comfort flows, <a href="#Quote962">962</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the curse of God, <a href="#Quote961">961</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ilium, topless towers of, <a href="#Quote1670">1670</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ills, cure for life's worst, <a href="#Quote449">449</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the scholar's life assail, <a href="#Quote965">965</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Illusion is brief, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Image, a lasting, of the mind, <a href="#Quote1382">1382</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Imagination all compact, <a href="#Quote966">966</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">appear so fair to, <a href="#Quote968">968</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the air of mind, <a href="#Quote967">967</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Immortality, thoughts born for, <a href="#Quote970">970</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this longing after, <a href="#Quote969">969</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Impossible, what's, can't be, <a href="#Quote971">971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Impudence, he that has but, <a href="#Quote972">972</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Independence, let, be our boast, <a href="#Quote976">976</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy spirit, let me share, <a href="#Quote975">975</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Infidel, a daring, <a href="#Quote980">980</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ingratitude, I hate, <a href="#Quote983">983</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou marble-hearted fiend, <a href="#Quote984">984</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Inhumanity, man's, to man, <a href="#Quote986">986</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Inn, every house was an, <a href="#Quote942">942</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">warmest welcome at an, <a href="#Quote987">987</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Innocence, glides in modest, away, <a href="#Quote989">989</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silence of pure, <a href="#Quote988">988</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Instinct and reason, how divide, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Invention, the, all admired, <a href="#Quote991">991</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Iron, man that meddles with cold, <a href="#Quote992">992</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Isle in far-off seas, <a href="#Quote993">993</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Isles that o'erlace the sea, <a href="#Quote994">994</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Italia, who has fatal beauty, <a href="#Quote995">995</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Italy, my Italy, <a href="#Quote996">996</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ivy green, a dainty plant, <a href="#Quote997">997</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +January, then came old, <a href="#Quote998">998</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jealousy, beware, my lord, of, <a href="#Quote999">999</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no true love without, <a href="#Quote1000">1000</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the injured lover's hell, <a href="#Quote1001">1001</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Jest, a scornful, <a href="#Quote1003">1003</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jest's, a, prosperity lies in the, <a href="#Quote1002">1002</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jewel in an Ethiope's ear, <a href="#Quote1004">1004</a>.<br /> +<br /> +John Anderson, my jo, <a href="#Quote1109">1109</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">some said, print it, <a href="#Quote1383">1383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joke to cure the dumps, <a href="#Quote1005">1005</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jove laughs at lovers' perjuries, <a href="#Quote1327">1327</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lifts the golden balances, <a href="#Quote136">136</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joy, capacity for, <a href="#Quote1006">1006</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the mainspring, <a href="#Quote1007">1007</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Joys, how fading are the, <a href="#Quote95">95</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too exquisite to last, <a href="#Quote1008">1008</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Judas kissed his master, <a href="#Quote1946">1946</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Judges soon the sentence sign, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Judgment, a Daniel come to, <a href="#Quote1009">1009</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">reserve thy, <a href="#Quote41">41</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art fled to brutish beasts, <a href="#Quote1010">1010</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where men of, creep, <a href="#Quote1437">1437</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +July, boiling like to fire, <a href="#Quote1011">1011</a>.<br /> +<br /> +June, what so rare as a day in, <a href="#Quote1012">1012</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Juries give their verdict, <a href="#Quote1014">1014</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Jury passing on the prisoner's life, <a href="#Quote1013">1013</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Just, actions of the, <a href="#Quote23">23</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Justice, finally, triumphs, <a href="#Quote1017">1017</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in fair round belly, <a href="#Quote1015">1015</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will o'ertake the crime, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Keys, two massy, he bore, <a href="#Quote1018">1018</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Kin, a little more than, <a href="#Quote1019">1019</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes the whole world, <a href="#Quote1020">1020</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kindness shall win my love, <a href="#Quote1021">1021</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unremembered acts of, <a href="#Quote1022">1022</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kings and mightiest potentates, <a href="#Quote489">489</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are like stars, <a href="#Quote1024">1024</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be blest, <a href="#Quote964">964</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">showers on her, barbaric pearl, <a href="#Quote1025">1025</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what have, save ceremony, <a href="#Quote1023">1023</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wretched state of, <a href="#Quote1539">1539</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kiss, I, your eyes, <a href="#Quote1030">1030</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">me, and be quiet, <a href="#Quote585">585</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, and then another, <a href="#Quote1031">1031</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kisses, plucked up, by the roots, <a href="#Quote1026">1026</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">remembered after death, <a href="#Quote1032">1032</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetness shed by, <a href="#Quote1029">1029</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Kissing, for, not for contempt, <a href="#Quote1027">1027</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Kitchen, in the, bred, <a href="#Quote787">787</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knave, he's an arrant, <a href="#Quote1033">1033</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knaves, whip me such honest, <a href="#Quote1034">1034</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Knell, by fairy hands is rung, <a href="#Quote1035">1035</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ne'er sighed at the sound of a, <a href="#Quote1036">1036</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Knowledge, be innocent of the, <a href="#Quote1614">1614</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">by suffering entereth, <a href="#Quote1039">1039</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, but wisdom lingers, <a href="#Quote1040">1040</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as food, <a href="#Quote1037">1037</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is ourselves to know, <a href="#Quote1038">1038</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to their eyes her ample page, <a href="#Quote1041">1041</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">true, leads to love, <a href="#Quote1042">1042</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Labor for his daily bread, <a href="#Quote1046">1046</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is prayer, <a href="#Quote1044">1044</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">joy that springs from, <a href="#Quote1045">1045</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">swan with bootless, swim, <a href="#Quote1043">1043</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, is the lot of man, <a href="#Quote1047">1047</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ladies, like variegated tulips, <a href="#Quote1048">1048</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sigh no more, <a href="#Quote973">973</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lady, accept the gift, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lake, on thy fair bosom, silver, <a href="#Quote1049">1049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lamentation, its lonesome and low, <a href="#Quote536">536</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Land, my own, my native, <a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of brown heath, <a href="#Quote1051">1051</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Landscape tire the view, <a href="#Quote1053">1053</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Language, fit, there is none, <a href="#Quote1054">1054</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">quaint and olden, <a href="#Quote1055">1055</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lark, the herald of the morn, <a href="#Quote1056">1056</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, left his nest, <a href="#Quote1057">1057</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Larks, the early, <a href="#Quote1827">1827</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lass, a penniless, <a href="#Quote1058">1058</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Latin, that soft bastard, <a href="#Quote1059">1059</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Laughter, holding his sides, <a href="#Quote1060">1060</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shakes the skies, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Law, in, what plea so tainted, <a href="#Quote1062">1062</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sovereign, sits empress, <a href="#Quote1064">1064</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Laws grind the poor, <a href="#Quote1063">1063</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Leaf is on the tree, <a href="#Quote245">245</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sere, the yellow, <a href="#Quote1065">1065</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Learning enlightens to corrupt the mind, <a href="#Quote1069">1069</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mourning for the death of, <a href="#Quote1068">1068</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on scraps of, dote, <a href="#Quote1070">1070</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Leaves have their times to fall, <a href="#Quote496">496</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like, on trees, <a href="#Quote1067">1067</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shady, of destiny, <a href="#Quote541">541</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Letters, all dead paper, <a href="#Quote1073">1073</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cadmus gave, <a href="#Quote1075">1075</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that betray the heart's history, <a href="#Quote1074">1074</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Liberty, I must have, <a href="#Quote1076">1076</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">like day, breaks, <a href="#Quote1079">1079</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mountain nymph, sweet, <a href="#Quote1081">1081</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when, is gone, <a href="#Quote1078">1078</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Liberty's, in, defence, <a href="#Quote1077">1077</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in every blow, <a href="#Quote1080">1080</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lie, an odious, damned, <a href="#Quote1082">1082</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nothing can need a, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Life a curse and not a blessing, <a href="#Quote1086">1086</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">by his, alone, <a href="#Quote637">637</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">high, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hovers like a star, <a href="#Quote1087">1087</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is but a span, <a href="#Quote500">500</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is not to be bought, <a href="#Quote1092">1092</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is scarce the twinkle of a star, <a href="#Quote1088">1088</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is so dreary, <a href="#Quote536">536</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the gift of God, <a href="#Quote1089">1089</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nor love thy, nor hate, <a href="#Quote1085">1085</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pure in its purpose, <a href="#Quote981">981</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred burden is this, <a href="#Quote248">248</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so careless of the single, <a href="#Quote1093">1093</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">twenty years of, <a href="#Quote1816">1816</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is, <a href="#Quote1090">1090</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whoso lives the holiest, <a href="#Quote911">911</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Life 's a short summer, <a href="#Quote945">945</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">a vast sea, <a href="#Quote1091">1091</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">but a means, <a href="#Quote614">614</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">but a walking shadow, <a href="#Quote1084">1084</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Light, a dim religious, <a href="#Quote275">275</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">offspring of Heaven, <a href="#Quote1094">1094</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that led astray, <a href="#Quote1095">1095</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that never was, <a href="#Quote1096">1096</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the prime work of God, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to break and melt in sunder, <a href="#Quote1097">1097</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lightning, brief as the, <a href="#Quote1098">1098</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lightnings, the rending, <a href="#Quote1883">1883</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Likeness, long shall we seek his, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lilacs, April brings again, <a href="#Quote105">105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lilies, in the beauty of the, <a href="#Quote320">320</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in twisted braids of, <a href="#Quote1100">1100</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lily, mistress of the field, <a href="#Quote1099">1099</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Line, cadence of a rugged, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Marlowe's mighty, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">marred the lofty, <a href="#Quote1103">1103</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will the, stretch, <a href="#Quote577">577</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lion, wounds the earth, <a href="#Quote1104">1104</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lions, talks familiarly of, <a href="#Quote197">197</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lips, her, are roses washed with dew, <a href="#Quote1105">1105</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when my, meet thine, <a href="#Quote1028">1028</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Little, contented with, <a href="#Quote1106">1106</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man wants but, <a href="#Quote1107">1107</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lives of great men, <a href="#Quote738">738</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Loan, a, oft loses a friend, <a href="#Quote1071">1071</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Locks, never shake thy gory, <a href="#Quote1108">1108</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Lodge in some vast wilderness, <a href="#Quote2049">2049</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Logic, in, a great critic, <a href="#Quote1110">1110</a>.<br /> +<br /> +London, the villain's home, <a href="#Quote1111">1111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Longings, immortal, in me, <a href="#Quote1112">1112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Looks, talked with, profound, <a href="#Quote1114">1114</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">woman's, my only books, <a href="#Quote1113">1113</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord of himself, that heritage of woe, <a href="#Quote1115">1115</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of himself, though not of lands, <a href="#Quote1116">1116</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loss is common, <a href="#Quote1117">1117</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Love and tears for the Blue, <a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hail, wedded, <a href="#Quote1160">1160</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has an eye for a dinner, <a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">him, why did she, <a href="#Quote1131">1131</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how could I tell I should, <a href="#Quote1121">1121</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in a hut is ashes, <a href="#Quote1130">1130</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">includes heart and mind, <a href="#Quote1127">1127</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a spirit of fire, <a href="#Quote1119">1119</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is at home on a carpet, <a href="#Quote1135">1135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is nature's treasure, <a href="#Quote1136">1136</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the only good, <a href="#Quote1123">1123</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let those, who never loved before, <a href="#Quote1125">1125</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks not with the eyes, <a href="#Quote447">447</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man's, is a thing apart, <a href="#Quote1133">1133</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mutual, brings delight, <a href="#Quote1124">1124</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no partnership allows, <a href="#Quote1126">1126</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O last, O first, <a href="#Quote9">9</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">purple light of, <a href="#Quote193">193</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rules the court, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seldom haunts the breast where, <a href="#Quote1995">1995</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she never told her, <a href="#Quote374">374</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">taught him shame, <a href="#Quote337">337</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this spring of, <a href="#Quote1118">1118</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">took up the harp of Life, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tunes the shepherd's reed, <a href="#Quote1134">1134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what, can do, <a href="#Quote1122">1122</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when he draws his bow, <a href="#Quote423">423</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loved and lost, better to have, <a href="#Quote1128">1128</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so kindly, had we never, <a href="#Quote1129">1129</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Loveliness needs not ornament, <a href="#Quote36">36</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when unadorned, adorned the most, <a href="#Quote36">36</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Lover rooted stays, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Loving are the daring, <a href="#Quote476">476</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no pleasure like the pain of, <a href="#Quote1132">1132</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Luxury, cursed by heaven, <a href="#Quote1137">1137</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it was a, to be, <a href="#Quote1138">1138</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Mad, I am not, <a href="#Quote1139">1139</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madding crowd's ignoble strife, <a href="#Quote443">443</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madmen, the worst of, <a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Madness, moody, laughing wild, <a href="#Quote1141">1141</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must not unwatched go, <a href="#Quote1140">1140</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Madrigals, birds sing, <a href="#Quote1518">1518</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mahomet, moon of, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maid, be good, sweet, <a href="#Quote823">823</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maker, our, bids increase, <a href="#Quote284">284</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Malice, nor set down aught in, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Man, what, dare, I dare, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dare do all that may become a, <a href="#Quote415">415</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dwells apart, <a href="#Quote1760">1760</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">foremost, of this world, <a href="#Quote237">237</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">good, never dies, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">groan, hear a good, <a href="#Quote370">370</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Man 's a man for a' that, <a href="#Quote1147">1147</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a summer's day, <a href="#Quote1148">1148</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is one world, <a href="#Quote1145">1145</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the nobler growth, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let each, do his best, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made the town, <a href="#Quote412">412</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O good old, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O that a mighty, <a href="#Quote425">425</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">proper study of mankind is, <a href="#Quote1146">1146</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take him for all in all, <a href="#Quote1143">1143</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that lays his hand upon a woman, <a href="#Quote427">427</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the eternal epic of the, <a href="#Quote1149">1149</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this was a, <a href="#Quote1144">1144</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to all the country dear, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is, <a href="#Quote1150">1150</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what may, within him hide, <a href="#Quote1142">1142</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">while, is growing, <a href="#Quote179">179</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Manhood, when verging into age, <a href="#Quote53">53</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mankind, he who surpasses or subdues, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Manna, his tongue dropt, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Manners ne'er were preached, <a href="#Quote1151">1151</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with fortunes, <a href="#Quote1152">1152</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mansions, build thee more stately, <a href="#Quote1307">1307</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Marble, in water writ, but this in, <a href="#Quote1154">1154</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of her snowy breast, <a href="#Quote230">230</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sleep in dull cold, <a href="#Quote1153">1153</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +March is come at last, <a href="#Quote1155">1155</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we know thou art kind-hearted, <a href="#Quote1156">1156</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Marlowe's mighty line, <a href="#Quote1102">1102</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Marriage is a matter of more worth, <a href="#Quote1158">1158</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the life-long miracle, <a href="#Quote1161">1161</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the joys of, <a href="#Quote1159">1159</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Martyr in his shirt of fire, <a href="#Quote1163">1163</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Martyrs, life has its, <a href="#Quote1162">1162</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Master is of churlish disposition, <a href="#Quote332">332</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Masters, men are, of their fates, <a href="#Quote1165">1165</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we cannot all be, <a href="#Quote1164">1164</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Match, sun ne'er saw her, <a href="#Quote1326">1326</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Matter, Berkeley said there was no, <a href="#Quote1166">1166</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Maxim, old, in the schools, <a href="#Quote719">719</a>.<br /> +<br /> +May, leads with her the flowery, <a href="#Quote1169">1169</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the new-born, <a href="#Quote1168">1168</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the voice is thine, sweet, <a href="#Quote1167">1167</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Meals, unquiet, make ill digestions, <a href="#Quote603">603</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Means, I'll husband them, <a href="#Quote271">271</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meat, some hae, and canna eat, <a href="#Quote604">604</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meeting, at the hour of, <a href="#Quote1171">1171</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Melancholy marked him for her own, <a href="#Quote624">624</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's such a charm in, <a href="#Quote1172">1172</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">these pleasures, give, <a href="#Quote1173">1173</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what charm can soothe her, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Melodies unheard before, <a href="#Quote1175">1175</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Memory, dear to, though lost to sight, <a href="#Quote1178">1178</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eyes of, will not sleep, <a href="#Quote1177">1177</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from the table of, <a href="#Quote1176">1176</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pluck from, a rooted sorrow, <a href="#Quote392">392</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Men are children of larger growth, <a href="#Quote1179">1179</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I pity bashful, <a href="#Quote146">146</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may jest with saints, <a href="#Quote182">182</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that stumble at the threshold, <a href="#Quote2027">2027</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were deceivers ever, <a href="#Quote973">973</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wise, ne'er wail their loss, <a href="#Quote26">26</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Men's evil manners live in brass, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mercie, who will not, show, <a href="#Quote1181">1181</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mercy, quality of, is not strained, <a href="#Quote1180">1180</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Merit true, to befriend, <a href="#Quote1182">1182</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wins the soul, <a href="#Quote299">299</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Messenger, many-colored, <a href="#Quote1430">1430</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Meteor flag of England, <a href="#Quote715">715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Midnight brought on the dusky hour, <a href="#Quote1184">1184</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">iron tongue of, <a href="#Quote1183">1183</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'t is, <a href="#Quote1185">1185</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Milk, sweet, of concord, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Milton, that mighty orb of song, <a href="#Quote1186">1186</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mind, body filled and vacant, <a href="#Quote1490">1490</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grand prerogative of, <a href="#Quote1189">1189</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is its own place, <a href="#Quote1187">1187</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">leafless desert of the, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">minister to a, diseased, <a href="#Quote392">392</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to me a kingdom is, <a href="#Quote1190">1190</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mind's height, measure your, <a href="#Quote1188">1188</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Minstrel raptures swell, for him no, <a href="#Quote1436">1436</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Miracle, love-at-first-sight, <a href="#Quote540">540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mirth and fun grew fast, <a href="#Quote1193">1193</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can into folly glide, <a href="#Quote732">732</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heart-easing, <a href="#Quote1192">1192</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">you have displaced the, <a href="#Quote564">564</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mischief, thou art swift, <a href="#Quote1194">1194</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, mortals bend, <a href="#Quote1195">1195</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Misery had worn him to the bones, <a href="#Quote1196">1196</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he gave to, all he had, <a href="#Quote216">216</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred even to gods, <a href="#Quote1197">1197</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Misfortune made the throne her seat, <a href="#Quote1199">1199</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mists, season of, <a href="#Quote127">127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mockery, unreal, hence, <a href="#Quote1202">1202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Modesty, grace and blush of, <a href="#Quote1204">1204</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks replete with, <a href="#Quote1203">1203</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Monarch, a morsel for a, <a href="#Quote1205">1205</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Monarchs, fate of mighty, <a href="#Quote1206">1206</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Money, get, no matter by what means, <a href="#Quote1210">1210</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">if thou wilt lend this, <a href="#Quote1072">1072</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rolled in, like pigs, <a href="#Quote1208">1208</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the only power, <a href="#Quote1209">1209</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Monuments of princes, <a href="#Quote1212">1212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mood, a sunny, <a href="#Quote304">304</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fantastic as a woman's, <a href="#Quote1214">1214</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Moon is an arrant thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">had climbed the highest hill, <a href="#Quote1217">1217</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how like a queen, <a href="#Quote1216">1216</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is carried off in purple fire, <a href="#Quote1222">1222</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Mahomet, <a href="#Quote442">442</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unveiled her peerless light, <a href="#Quote1215">1215</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, shone, <a href="#Quote367">367</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where sighs are deposited, <a href="#Quote1686">1686</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Moonlight, meet me by, <a href="#Quote1856">1856</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Moor, a naked, <a href="#Quote183">183</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morality, unawares, expires, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morn, sweet is the breath of, <a href="#Quote1220">1220</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Morning, in the, thou shalt hear, <a href="#Quote1223">1223</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">opes her golden gates, <a href="#Quote1219">1219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">steals upon night, <a href="#Quote482">482</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Morning-star of memory, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mortality's strong hand, <a href="#Quote1225">1225</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mother is a mother still, <a href="#Quote1227">1227</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mother's heart is weak, <a href="#Quote1226">1226</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Motions, a third interprets, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mount, I know a, <a href="#Quote1228">1228</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, toward the sky, <a href="#Quote1230">1230</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mountain tops, he who ascends to, <a href="#Quote612">612</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mountains, circling the, <a href="#Quote346">346</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">high, are a feeling, <a href="#Quote1229">1229</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Mountebanks, cheating, <a href="#Quote1411">1411</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mourner, the only constant, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Mouth that spits forth death, <a href="#Quote197">197</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Murder may pass unpunished, <a href="#Quote1234">1234</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">most foul, <a href="#Quote1233">1233</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, made a villain, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Music has charms to soothe, <a href="#Quote1237">1237</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heavenly maid, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in them, die with all their, <a href="#Quote1241">1241</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man that hath no, <a href="#Quote1235">1235</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">slumbers in the shell, <a href="#Quote1240">1240</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet compulsion in, <a href="#Quote373">373</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the fiercest grief can charm, <a href="#Quote1238">1238</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Music's golden tongue, <a href="#Quote1236">1236</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Nails, come near your beauty with my, <a href="#Quote362">362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Naked, the, every day he clad, <a href="#Quote345">345</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Name, take not his, <a href="#Quote1842">1842</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the magic of a, <a href="#Quote1243">1243</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what's in a, <a href="#Quote1242">1242</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nation, one, evermore, <a href="#Quote1314">1314</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nations, fierce contending, <a href="#Quote556">556</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nature, accuse not, <a href="#Quote18">18</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Art is the child of, <a href="#Quote110">110</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ever yields reward, <a href="#Quote1244">1244</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gave signs of woe, <a href="#Quote597">597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how fair is thy face, <a href="#Quote1245">1245</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is but art, <a href="#Quote289">289</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made a pause, <a href="#Quote434">434</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made us men, <a href="#Quote335">335</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">speaks a various language, <a href="#Quote1246">1246</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nature's heart beats strong, <a href="#Quote890">890</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Necessity, the tyrant's plea, <a href="#Quote515">515</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Neptune, he would not flatter, <a href="#Quote1707">1707</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nettle, out of this, danger, <a href="#Quote472">472</a>.<br /> +<br /> +News, bringer of unwelcome, <a href="#Quote1247">1247</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">evil, rides post, <a href="#Quote1248">1248</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Newton, let, be, <a href="#Quote1250">1250</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Night, ancestral mystery, <a href="#Quote1256">1256</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">darkens the streets, <a href="#Quote170">170</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the time to weep, <a href="#Quote1258">1258</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shadow of a starless, <a href="#Quote538">538</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that from the eye takes, <a href="#Quote1254">1254</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon the palms, <a href="#Quote1257">1257</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wanes, <a href="#Quote1221">1221</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">witching time of, <a href="#Quote894">894</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with her sullen wing, <a href="#Quote1255">1255</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nightingale, if she should sing by day, <a href="#Quote1259">1259</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that on yon bloomy spray, <a href="#Quote1260">1260</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Noble by birth, <a href="#Quote1261">1261</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who is honest is, <a href="#Quote1262">1262</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Noon, dark amid the blaze of, <a href="#Quote186">186</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Noontide wakes the buttercups, <a href="#Quote251">251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +North, ask where 's the, <a href="#Quote1263">1263</a>.<br /> +<br /> +November, he full gross and fat, <a href="#Quote1264">1264</a>.<br /> +<br /> +November's rain descends, <a href="#Quote1265">1265</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Numbers, I lisped in, <a href="#Quote1266">1266</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Nun, quiet as a, <a href="#Quote34">34</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Oak, I will rend an, <a href="#Quote19">19</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who hath ruled in the greenwood, <a href="#Quote1268">1268</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oaks, charmed by the stars, <a href="#Quote1267">1267</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oar, soft moves the dipping, <a href="#Quote198">198</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oars, our, keep time, <a href="#Quote314">314</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were silver, <a href="#Quote1269">1269</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oaths that make the truth, <a href="#Quote1270">1270</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were not purposed to, <a href="#Quote1271">1271</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Obedience is the Christian's crown, <a href="#Quote1273">1273</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Obey, let them, <a href="#Quote1272">1272</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Observation, doth not smack of, <a href="#Quote1274">1274</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Observations which ourselves make, <a href="#Quote1623">1623</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ocean leans against the land, <a href="#Quote517">517</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stretched in light, <a href="#Quote1276">1276</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sunless retreats of the, <a href="#Quote547">547</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou deep and dark blue, <a href="#Quote1275">1275</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wave, a life on the, <a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +October, calm sunshine of, <a href="#Quote1277">1277</a>.<br /> +<br /> +October's foliage yellows, <a href="#Quote1278">1278</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odds, I would allow him, <a href="#Quote521">521</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Odyssey, Iliad and the, <a href="#Quote143">143</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Offence, detest the, <a href="#Quote1280">1280</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should bear his comment, <a href="#Quote1279">1279</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oil, incomparable, Macassar, <a href="#Quote368">368</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Old age comes on apace, <a href="#Quote60">60</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">age serene and bright, <a href="#Quote61">61</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">as I am, <a href="#Quote158">158</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">though I look, <a href="#Quote1281">1281</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ones, how many great, <a href="#Quote125">125</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ophiuchus huge, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opinion, of his own, still, <a href="#Quote1284">1284</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opinion's but a fool, <a href="#Quote1283">1283</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Opportunity, thy guilt is great, <a href="#Quote1285">1285</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oracle. I am Sir, <a href="#Quote1286">1286</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orations, make no long, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orators, to the famous, repair, <a href="#Quote1287">1287</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Order in variety we see, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is heaven's first law, <a href="#Quote1288">1288</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ornament is but the guiled shore, <a href="#Quote1289">1289</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Orthodox, prove their doctrine, <a href="#Quote574">574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Owe, you say, you nothing, <a href="#Quote505">505</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Owl, the fatal bellman, <a href="#Quote1290">1290</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Oyster, the world's mine, <a href="#Quote2106">2106</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Page, glory gilds the sacred, <a href="#Quote175">175</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pageant, insubstantial, faded, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pageants, they are black vesper's, <a href="#Quote1689">1689</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pain is no longer pain, <a href="#Quote1292">1292</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">pays the income, <a href="#Quote1291">1291</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Painter, when some great, <a href="#Quote1294">1294</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pair, kindest and the happiest, <a href="#Quote739">739</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Palm, like some tall, <a href="#Quote1295">1295</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Palpable and familiar, <a href="#Quote484">484</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pan is dead, <a href="#Quote1296">1296</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pang preceding death, <a href="#Quote1297">1297</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pangs, the keenest, the wretched find, <a href="#Quote534">534</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Paradise, how grows in, our store, <a href="#Quote1298">1298</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Fools, <a href="#Quote735">735</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pardon, a, after execution, <a href="#Quote361">361</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Parting is such sweet sorrow, <a href="#Quote825">825</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the pain of, <a href="#Quote1302">1302</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Partings break the heart, <a href="#Quote1303">1303</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Passion leads or prudence points the way, <a href="#Quote1403">1403</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">places which, loves, <a href="#Quote1304">1304</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the power of that sweet, <a href="#Quote1120">1120</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Passions are likened to floods, <a href="#Quote1305">1305</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may I govern my, <a href="#Quote1624">1624</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">oft, to hear her shell, <a href="#Quote1239">1239</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">various ruling, <a href="#Quote1543">1543</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Past, let the dead, bury its dead, <a href="#Quote780">780</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">over the trackless, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Patience is a plant, <a href="#Quote1311">1311</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the exercise of saints, <a href="#Quote1310">1310</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poor they are, that have not, <a href="#Quote1308">1308</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou young cherubim, <a href="#Quote1309">1309</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">times when, proves at fault, <a href="#Quote1312">1312</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Patriots, true, all, <a href="#Quote413">413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pauper, he's only a, <a href="#Quote202">202</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Peace, a, is of the nature of a conquest, <a href="#Quote1317">1317</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath her victories, <a href="#Quote1320">1320</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">uproar the universal, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was on the earth, <a href="#Quote1321">1321</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">weak piping time of, <a href="#Quote1318">1318</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why prate of, <a href="#Quote1319">1319</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pearls at random strung, <a href="#Quote1322">1322</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pen, dull product of a scoffer's, <a href="#Quote1324">1324</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is mightier than the sword, <a href="#Quote1323">1323</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +People, a herd confused, <a href="#Quote1325">1325</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Perseverance keeps honor bright, <a href="#Quote1328">1328</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Person, what's a fine, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Persuasion, divine, flows, <a href="#Quote1329">1329</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Petitions, petition me no, <a href="#Quote1330">1330</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Phalanx, they move in perfect, <a href="#Quote1213">1213</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Phantom of delight, <a href="#Quote527">527</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Philosophy, how charming is divine, <a href="#Quote1331">1331</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will clip an angel's wings, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Physic, take, pomp, <a href="#Quote1333">1333</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throw, to the dogs, <a href="#Quote1332">1332</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Piety, a trade, <a href="#Quote1334">1334</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pilot, 't is a fearful night, <a href="#Quote1335">1335</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pines, silent sea of, <a href="#Quote1336">1336</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pipe when tipped with amber, <a href="#Quote1337">1337</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pity gave ere charity began, <a href="#Quote1339">1339</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the virtue of the law, <a href="#Quote1338">1338</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Place, fittest, where man can die, <a href="#Quote1340">1340</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">give me the lowest, <a href="#Quote949">949</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands upon a slippery, <a href="#Quote471">471</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Player, a strutting, <a href="#Quote27">27</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Playmates, I have had, <a href="#Quote311">311</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short, <a href="#Quote21">21</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and revenge more deaf than adders, <a href="#Quote1342">1342</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as great, <a href="#Quote303">303</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">must succeed to pleasure, <a href="#Quote1344">1344</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to excess, <a href="#Quote1343">1343</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with, drugged, <a href="#Quote1573">1573</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pleasures are like poppies spread, <a href="#Quote1345">1345</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he soothed his soul to, <a href="#Quote1346">1346</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that to verse belong, <a href="#Quote1352">1352</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Plough, following his, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ploughman homeward plods, <a href="#Quote450">450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poet, God is the perfect, <a href="#Quote1351">1351</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">worships without reward, <a href="#Quote1350">1350</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Poetry, men are cradled into, by wrong, <a href="#Quote1363">1363</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">not, that makes men poor, <a href="#Quote1347">1347</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Poets are all who love, <a href="#Quote1349">1349</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have made us heirs, <a href="#Quote1353">1353</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pole, true as the needle to the, <a href="#Quote1354">1354</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poll, flaxen was his, <a href="#Quote152">152</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pomegranate, from Browning some, <a href="#Quote887">887</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poppies, with rain, overcharged, <a href="#Quote1356">1356</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Possession means to sit astride of the world, <a href="#Quote1360">1360</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Potations, banish long, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Poverty, but not my will, consents, <a href="#Quote1361">1361</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood smiling in my sight, <a href="#Quote1364">1364</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Power, they should take who have the, <a href="#Quote1366">1366</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what can, give, <a href="#Quote1365">1365</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prairie, low in the light the, lies, <a href="#Quote1367">1367</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Praise from a friend, <a href="#Quote285">285</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Praising what is lost, <a href="#Quote1368">1368</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prayer incessant, if by, <a href="#Quote1371">1371</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more things are wrought by, <a href="#Quote1374">1374</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prayers, God answers sharp and sudden, <a href="#Quote1373">1373</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prayeth best who loveth best, <a href="#Quote1372">1372</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Preached as never sure to preach again, <a href="#Quote1375">1375</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Present is all thou hast, <a href="#Quote1376">1376</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Press the people's right maintain, <a href="#Quote1377">1377</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">turn to the, <a href="#Quote1249">1249</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Priam's self shall fall, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pride hath no other glass, <a href="#Quote1378">1378</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that apes humility, <a href="#Quote1379">1379</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that putts the countrye doune, <a href="#Quote343">343</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Priest, the pale-eyed, <a href="#Quote1380">1380</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this, he merry is, <a href="#Quote1916">1916</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Primrose, a, by a river's brim, <a href="#Quote1381">1381</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">peeps beneath the thorn, <a href="#Quote35">35</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Princes, the death of, <a href="#Quote168">168</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">were privileged to kill, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prior, here lies Matthew, <a href="#Quote623">623</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prison make, stone walls do not a, <a href="#Quote1384">1384</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Procrastination is the thief of time, <a href="#Quote1385">1385</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prodigies, when these, do meet, <a href="#Quote1386">1386</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Promise, keep the word of, <a href="#Quote1388">1388</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Promotion, none will sweat but for, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Proof, give me the ocular, <a href="#Quote1389">1389</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prose run mad, <a href="#Quote1392">1392</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">warbler of poetic, <a href="#Quote1393">1393</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Proselytes and converts, <a href="#Quote405">405</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of one another's trade, <a href="#Quote1394">1394</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prospects, distant, please us, <a href="#Quote1395">1395</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prosperity, surer to prosper than, <a href="#Quote1397">1397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prosperity's the very bond of love, <a href="#Quote1396">1396</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Proteus rising from the sea, <a href="#Quote937">937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Providence all good and wise, <a href="#Quote1400">1400</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">alone secures, <a href="#Quote1401">1401</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">behind a frowning, <a href="#Quote656">656</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I may assert eternal, <a href="#Quote1399">1399</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's a special, <a href="#Quote1398">1398</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Prude, yon ancient, <a href="#Quote1404">1404</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Prussia hurried to the field, <a href="#Quote1669">1669</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, <a href="#Quote1405">1405</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Punishment, back to thy, <a href="#Quote1906">1906</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Puppets led about by wires, <a href="#Quote530">530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Purity, a maid in the pride of her, <a href="#Quote1407">1407</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from the body's, <a href="#Quote339">339</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Purpose, shake my fell, <a href="#Quote1408">1408</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Purse, costly as thy, can buy, <a href="#Quote94">94</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who steals my, <a href="#Quote1409">1409</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Pyramids are pyramids, <a href="#Quote1410">1410</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Quaker loves an ample brim, <a href="#Quote1414">1414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quakers, upright, <a href="#Quote1413">1413</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quarrel, beware of entrance to a, <a href="#Quote1415">1415</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is your, <a href="#Quote399">399</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Quarrels, they who in, interpose, <a href="#Quote1416">1416</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quickness, with too much, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, <a href="#Quote1419">1419</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quiets of the past, <a href="#Quote1420">1420</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quips and cranks, <a href="#Quote1421">1421</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Quotations, critics suffer in wrong, <a href="#Quote1423">1423</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Rabble all alive, <a href="#Quote1201">1201</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Race, he lives to build a generous, <a href="#Quote1424">1424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rage, could swell the soul to, <a href="#Quote1425">1425</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rain came down in slanting lines, <a href="#Quote1429">1429</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes when the wind calls, <a href="#Quote1428">1428</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how beautiful is the, <a href="#Quote1427">1427</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">it raineth every day, <a href="#Quote1426">1426</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trickling, doth fall, <a href="#Quote625">625</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rainbow, an awful, <a href="#Quote1433">1433</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">be thou the, <a href="#Quote1391">1391</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">colors of the, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes and goes, <a href="#Quote1432">1432</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God hath set his, <a href="#Quote1253">1253</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rank is but the guinea stamp, <a href="#Quote1435">1435</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">superior worth your, requires, <a href="#Quote1434">1434</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rattle, pleased with a, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reader reads no more, <a href="#Quote1440">1440</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reading, such, as was never read, <a href="#Quote1441">1441</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Realms, these are our, <a href="#Quote1442">1442</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reason, a woman's, <a href="#Quote1443">1443</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">feast of, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">guides our deeds, <a href="#Quote990">990</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would make, my guide, <a href="#Quote1445">1445</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">raise o'er instinct, <a href="#Quote1444">1444</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sanctity of, <a href="#Quote1447">1447</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the confidence of, give, <a href="#Quote1446">1446</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">war with rhyme, <a href="#Quote1508">1508</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rebellion began to grow slack, <a href="#Quote1449">1449</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">froze them up, <a href="#Quote1448">1448</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rebuff, then welcome each, <a href="#Quote1450">1450</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rebukes, a lady so tender of, <a href="#Quote1451">1451</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rechabite poor Will must live, <a href="#Quote69">69</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reckoning, no, made, <a href="#Quote17">17</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the banquet's o'er, <a href="#Quote1452">1452</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reconcilement, never can, grow, <a href="#Quote1454">1454</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Records that defy the tooth of time, <a href="#Quote1455">1455</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Recreation, none so free as fishing, <a href="#Quote1457">1457</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweet, barred, <a href="#Quote1456">1456</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reflection, remembrance and, <a href="#Quote1459">1459</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reformation, plotting some new, <a href="#Quote1460">1460</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Regret can die, <a href="#Quote1461">1461</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wild with all, <a href="#Quote1462">1462</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reign, to, is worth ambition, <a href="#Quote576">576</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Relief, for this, much thanks, <a href="#Quote353">353</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Religion crowns the statesman, <a href="#Quote1465">1465</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has so seldom found, <a href="#Quote1466">1466</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in, what error, <a href="#Quote1463">1463</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a spring, <a href="#Quote1464">1464</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stands on tiptoe, <a href="#Quote1467">1467</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">veils her sacred fires, <a href="#Quote1218">1218</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remedies oft in ourselves do lie, <a href="#Quote1468">1468</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Remember the fir trees dark and high, <a href="#Quote1472">1472</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what the Lord hath done, <a href="#Quote1370">1370</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remembered, I 've been so long, <a href="#Quote1471">1471</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Remembrance, makes the, dear, <a href="#Quote1470">1470</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">writ in, <a href="#Quote1469">1469</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Remorse is as the heart, <a href="#Quote1473">1473</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Renown, deathless my, <a href="#Quote1474">1474</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Repartee, a man renowned for, <a href="#Quote1475">1475</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Repentance is long, <a href="#Quote1477">1477</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the weight, <a href="#Quote1478">1478</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rears her snaky crest, <a href="#Quote1479">1479</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who by, is not satisfied, <a href="#Quote1476">1476</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Repose, best of men have loved, <a href="#Quote1480">1480</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in statue-like, <a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reproaches, slanderous, <a href="#Quote1719">1719</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reproof on her lips, <a href="#Quote1483">1483</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">those can bear, <a href="#Quote1482">1482</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Reputation, at every word a, dies, <a href="#Quote544">544</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seeking the bubble, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the purest treasure, <a href="#Quote1484">1484</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Resignation gently slopes away, <a href="#Quote1487">1487</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Resolution, the native hue of, <a href="#Quote386">386</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Respect upon the world, <a href="#Quote1489">1489</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Respects himself, he that, <a href="#Quote1633">1633</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rest is sweet after strife, <a href="#Quote1491">1491</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much, becomes a pain, <a href="#Quote1492">1492</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Retirement, O blest, <a href="#Quote1495">1495</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Retiring from the popular noise, <a href="#Quote1494">1494</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Retreat, a brave, <a href="#Quote1496">1496</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Revelry, midnight shout and, <a href="#Quote1497">1497</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there was a sound of, <a href="#Quote1498">1498</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Revenge, back on itself recoils, <a href="#Quote1500">1500</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Reverence, none so poor to do him, <a href="#Quote254">254</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to yond peeping moon, <a href="#Quote1502">1502</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Revolution, there is great talk of, <a href="#Quote1503">1503</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhetoric, dear wit and gay, <a href="#Quote1505">1505</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he could not ope his mouth, <a href="#Quote1504">1504</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rhetorician's, a, rules, <a href="#Quote1932">1932</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhine, the river, <a href="#Quote1507">1507</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the wide and winding, <a href="#Quote1506">1506</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rhinoceros, the armed, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rhyme, build the lofty, <a href="#Quote1509">1509</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hitches in a, <a href="#Quote1996">1996</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the rudder is of verses, <a href="#Quote1510">1510</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rich, if thou art, thou art poor, <a href="#Quote2036">2036</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rich with forty pounds a year, <a href="#Quote340">340</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Riches in a little room, <a href="#Quote1511">1511</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the toil of fools, <a href="#Quote1512">1512</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ride, a wild and lonely, <a href="#Quote1761">1761</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ridicule is a weak weapon, <a href="#Quote1513">1513</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sacred to, <a href="#Quote1514">1514</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Right the day must win, <a href="#Quote1516">1516</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was right, <a href="#Quote1515">1515</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whatever is, is, <a href="#Quote1517">1517</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +River glideth, <a href="#Quote1520">1520</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rivers, by shallow, 1<a href="#Quote518">518</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how they run, <a href="#Quote1519">1519</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Road, on a lonesome, <a href="#Quote708">708</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Robin, call for the, and the wren, <a href="#Quote1066">1066</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rock, moulder piecemeal on the, <a href="#Quote1522">1522</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Ages, <a href="#Quote1523">1523</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this, shall fly, <a href="#Quote1524">1524</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rod, his, reversed, <a href="#Quote1525">1525</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to check the erring, <a href="#Quote593">593</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Roman, rather be a dog than such a, <a href="#Quote1527">1527</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the noblest, <a href="#Quote1528">1528</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Romance, shores of old, <a href="#Quote1530">1530</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Romances paint people's wooings, <a href="#Quote1529">1529</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rome, aisles of Christian, <a href="#Quote247">247</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grandeur that was, <a href="#Quote1531">1531</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Room, who sweeps a, <a href="#Quote24">24</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rose, a, should shut, <a href="#Quote1535">1535</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">distilled, <a href="#Quote283">283</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks fair, <a href="#Quote1533">1533</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no more desire a, <a href="#Quote1532">1532</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">saith in the dewy morn, <a href="#Quote1536">1536</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would smell as sweet, <a href="#Quote1242">1242</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rosebuds, gather ye, <a href="#Quote1914">1914</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Roses, I wish the sky would rain, <a href="#Quote1534">1534</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in December, <a href="#Quote511">511</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">strew on her, <a href="#Quote1537">1537</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Rousseau, self-torturing sophist, wild, <a href="#Quote1538">1538</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rout on rout, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ruin, fires of, glow, <a href="#Quote1541">1541</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">prodigious, swallows all, <a href="#Quote1542">1542</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seize thee, <a href="#Quote382">382</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon ruin, <a href="#Quote383">383</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ruins of himself, <a href="#Quote507">507</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rumor is a pipe, <a href="#Quote1544">1544</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Rural life, pleasures of the, <a href="#Quote1545">1545</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Sabbath brings its release, <a href="#Quote1550">1550</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">eternal, of his rest, <a href="#Quote1549">1549</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he who ordained the, <a href="#Quote1547">1547</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sailor, a drunken, on a mast, <a href="#Quote1552">1552</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">messmate, hear a brother, <a href="#Quote1554">1554</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sails, purple the, <a href="#Quote1555">1555</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that drift at night, <a href="#Quote1671">1671</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Saint, a, run mad, <a href="#Quote1558">1558</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in crape, <a href="#Quote108">108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John mingles with my friendly bowl, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">would be, the devil a, <a href="#Quote546">546</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Saints began their reign, <a href="#Quote1557">1557</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">immortal reign, <a href="#Quote1559">1559</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who led the way to heaven, <a href="#Quote1560">1560</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will aid, <a href="#Quote1561">1561</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Salt, the, is spilt, <a href="#Quote1562">1562</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who ne'er knew, <a href="#Quote1564">1564</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why shun the, <a href="#Quote1563">1563</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Salutations of the crowd, <a href="#Quote1358">1358</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Salvation, no relish of, <a href="#Quote1565">1565</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">none of us should see, <a href="#Quote1566">1566</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sand, an heap of lime and, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sands, come unto these yellow, <a href="#Quote1567">1567</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ignoble things, <a href="#Quote1568">1568</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">o' Dee, <a href="#Quote277">277</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sappho loved and sung, <a href="#Quote843">843</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Satan, arch-enemy, called, <a href="#Quote1569">1569</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">finds some mischief still, <a href="#Quote1570">1570</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood unterrify'd, <a href="#Quote360">360</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trembles when he sees, <a href="#Quote1571">1571</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was now at hand, <a href="#Quote445">445</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Satire, in general, <a href="#Quote1576">1576</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let, be my song, <a href="#Quote1575">1575</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Satire's my weapon, <a href="#Quote1574">1574</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Savage, wild in woods, <a href="#Quote1577">1577</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Saws, full of wise, <a href="#Quote1015">1015</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scandal them, fawn on men, and, <a href="#Quote1579">1579</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">waits on greatest state, <a href="#Quote1578">1578</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scars, gashed with honorable, <a href="#Quote1582">1582</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he jests at, <a href="#Quote1581">1581</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scene, solitary, silent, solemn, <a href="#Quote331">331</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scenes, gay gilded, <a href="#Quote1583">1583</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sceptic, whatever, could inquire for, <a href="#Quote1585">1585</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sceptre, a barren, <a href="#Quote444">444</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shows the force of power, <a href="#Quote1586">1586</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Schemes, our most romantic, <a href="#Quote583">583</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scholar, a ripe and good, <a href="#Quote1587">1587</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the gentleman and, <a href="#Quote1588">1588</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scholars, the land of, <a href="#Quote1589">1589</a>.<br /> +<br /> +School, the master taught his, <a href="#Quote1591">1591</a>.<br /> +<br /> +School-boy, the whining, <a href="#Quote1590">1590</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Schools, bewildered in the maze of, <a href="#Quote430">430</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Science frowned not on his humble birth, <a href="#Quote1174">1174</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O star-eyed, <a href="#Quote1593">1593</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trace, then, with modesty thy guide, <a href="#Quote1592">1592</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scorn makes after-love the more, <a href="#Quote1594">1594</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the pedestal of, <a href="#Quote1596">1596</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sound of public, <a href="#Quote1597">1597</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to point his finger at, <a href="#Quote1595">1595</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Scotia, my native soil, <a href="#Quote1599">1599</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scotland, stands, where it did, <a href="#Quote1598">1598</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scotland's strand, fair, <a href="#Quote1600">1600</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scribblers are my game, <a href="#Quote1601">1601</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Scripture, the devil can cite, <a href="#Quote1422">1422</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">writ by God's own hand, <a href="#Quote1602">1602</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sculptor wields the chisel, <a href="#Quote1604">1604</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sculpture is more divine, <a href="#Quote1603">1603</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sea, alone on a wide, <a href="#Quote71">71</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">compassed by the inviolate, <a href="#Quote1607">1607</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">down to a sunless, <a href="#Quote282">282</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grew civil at her song, <a href="#Quote1605">1605</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a thief, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">puft up with proud disdaine, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sailed upon the dark blue, <a href="#Quote1556">1556</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the blue, the fresh, <a href="#Quote1606">1606</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">when the, was roaring, <a href="#Quote1608">1608</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Seamen on the deep, <a href="#Quote1553">1553</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seas roll to waft me, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seasons, all please alike, <a href="#Quote1611">1611</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in four forms appear, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">return, with the year, <a href="#Quote1612">1612</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Seat, a, in some poetic nook, <a href="#Quote1613">1613</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Secret, a, in his mouth, <a href="#Quote1616">1616</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sect, slave to no, <a href="#Quote1618">1618</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with every, agreed, <a href="#Quote1617">1617</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Security is mortal's chiefest enemy, <a href="#Quote1619">1619</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Seed, fruit from such a, <a href="#Quote1620">1620</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who soweth good, <a href="#Quote1493">1493</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Self, smote the chord of, <a href="#Quote319">319</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">something dearer than, <a href="#Quote1621">1621</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to thine own, be true, <a href="#Quote211">211</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Self-concern, in others, <a href="#Quote1629">1629</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-defence is a virtue, <a href="#Quote1625">1625</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-dispraise, a luxury in, <a href="#Quote1627">1627</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-esteem, nothing profits more than, <a href="#Quote1628">1628</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-love is not so vile a sin, <a href="#Quote1630">1630</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-love, the spring of motion, <a href="#Quote1631">1631</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-reproach, men who feel no, <a href="#Quote1632">1632</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Self-sacrifice, the spirit of, <a href="#Quote1634">1634</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Senates, the applause of listening, <a href="#Quote103">103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sense, good, the gift of heaven, 1<a href="#Quote636">636</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">motions of the, <a href="#Quote1635">1635</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sensibilities are so acute, <a href="#Quote1637">1637</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sensibility, thou keen delight, <a href="#Quote1638">1638</a>.<br /> +<br /> +September waves his golden-rod, <a href="#Quote1640">1640</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sermon, perhaps turn out a, <a href="#Quote1642">1642</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sermons in stones, <a href="#Quote1641">1641</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Serpent, like Aaron's, <a href="#Quote1645">1645</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of old Nile, <a href="#Quote1644">1644</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sting thee twice, <a href="#Quote1643">1643</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the trail of the, <a href="#Quote1646">1646</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Serpent's tooth, sharper than a, <a href="#Quote985">985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Serve, 't is nobleness to, <a href="#Quote1648">1648</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Service devine, she sange the, <a href="#Quote1647">1647</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">poorest, is repaid, <a href="#Quote1893">1893</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">small, is true service, <a href="#Quote769">769</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sex, no stronger than my, <a href="#Quote1649">1649</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">spirits can either, assume, <a href="#Quote1650">1650</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, <a href="#Quote1651">1651</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tolled the bell, <a href="#Quote1652">1652</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shadow both ways falls, <a href="#Quote1654">1654</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">see my, as I pass, <a href="#Quote1653">1653</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shaft, when I had lost one, <a href="#Quote1656">1656</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shakespeare, Fancy's child, <a href="#Quote1660">1660</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on whose forehead, <a href="#Quote1659">1659</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art a monument, <a href="#Quote1658">1658</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tongue that, spake, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what needs my, <a href="#Quote1661">1661</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shame, her blush of maiden, <a href="#Quote1663">1663</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where is thy blush, <a href="#Quote1662">1662</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shape, if, it might be called, <a href="#Quote1665">1665</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take any, but that, <a href="#Quote1664">1664</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +She is mine own, <a href="#Quote2044">2044</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">walks the waters, <a href="#Quote1672">1672</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was a form of life, <a href="#Quote748">748</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shell, applying to his ear a, <a href="#Quote1666">1666</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shelley, did you once see, <a href="#Quote1667">1667</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shells, picking up, by the ocean, <a href="#Quote1251">1251</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shepherd, every, tells his tale, <a href="#Quote880">880</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sheridan, hurrah for, <a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nature formed but one such man, <a href="#Quote1668">1668</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ship, as idle as a painted, <a href="#Quote1673">1673</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has weathered every rack, <a href="#Quote264">264</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of State, <a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">steer a, becalmed, <a href="#Quote828">828</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ships have gone down at sea, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shore, a rapture on the lonely, <a href="#Quote1679">1679</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">left their beauty on the, <a href="#Quote1678">1678</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shot, bounding at the, <a href="#Quote1785">1785</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">heard round the world, <a href="#Quote239">239</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Show and gaze o' the time, <a href="#Quote1681">1681</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">books and money placed for, <a href="#Quote1682">1682</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Shriek, a solitary, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Shrine, a faith's pure, <a href="#Quote1683">1683</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sickness, this, doth infect, <a href="#Quote1684">1684</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sighs, a world of, <a href="#Quote1685">1685</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sight, it is a goodly, <a href="#Quote1688">1688</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lost to, to memory dear, <a href="#Quote7">7</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O loss of, <a href="#Quote187">187</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Silence bewrays more woe, <a href="#Quote1691">1691</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">deep as death, <a href="#Quote1694">1694</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the herald of joy, <a href="#Quote1690">1690</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more musical than song, <a href="#Quote1692">1692</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">was pleased, <a href="#Quote1693">1693</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where hath been no sound, <a href="#Quote1695">1695</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Silver, moon that tips with, <a href="#Quote1696">1696</a><br /> +<br /> +Simplicity, in his, sublime, <a href="#Quote1699">1699</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">simple truth miscalled, <a href="#Quote1698">1698</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sin, cut off in my, <a href="#Quote1700">1700</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I waive the quantum o' the, <a href="#Quote1704">1704</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in lashing, <a href="#Quote1702">1702</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, another doth provoke, <a href="#Quote1701">1701</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the good man's, <a href="#Quote1703">1703</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sincerity, showed bashful, <a href="#Quote1706">1706</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sing because I must, <a href="#Quote1711">1711</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">seraph, poet, <a href="#Quote1709">1709</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Singing, all my heart in my, <a href="#Quote1710">1710</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Singularity, all have some darling, <a href="#Quote1713">1713</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sins they are inclined to, <a href="#Quote1705">1705</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sister, when I was but your, <a href="#Quote1714">1714</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Skill, simple truth his utmost, <a href="#Quote1715">1715</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Skin not colored like his own, <a href="#Quote1723">1723</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sky, souls are ripened in our northern, <a href="#Quote1717">1717</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is changed, <a href="#Quote1718">1718</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is overcast, <a href="#Quote1884">1884</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slackness breeds worms, 2<a href="#Quote50">50</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Slander, foulest whelp of sin, <a href="#Quote1721">1721</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sharper than the sword, <a href="#Quote1720">1720</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slave, this yellow, <a href="#Quote1207">1207</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou art a, <a href="#Quote1722">1722</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whatever day makes man a, <a href="#Quote1725">1725</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sleep hath its own world, <a href="#Quote1731">1731</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he giveth his beloved, <a href="#Quote1733">1733</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">life is rounded with a, <a href="#Quote1727">1727</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O magic, <a href="#Quote1730">1730</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">silent as night, <a href="#Quote1734">1734</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, <a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that knows not breaking, <a href="#Quote1732">1732</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the poor man's wealth, <a href="#Quote1728">1728</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tired nature's sweet restorer, <a href="#Quote1729">1729</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will bring thee dreams, <a href="#Quote1735">1735</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Slime that sticks on filthy deeds, <a href="#Quote921">921</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sloth views the towers of Fame, <a href="#Quote1736">1736</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, <a href="#Quote1737">1737</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Smile, and be a villain, <a href="#Quote1738">1738</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Death grinned a ghastly, <a href="#Quote1740">1740</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from partial beauty won, <a href="#Quote1741">1741</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that was childlike and bland, <a href="#Quote1739">1739</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the good man's, <a href="#Quote1742">1742</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, <a href="#Quote221">221</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Smoke that so gracefully curled, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snail, creeping like, <a href="#Quote220">220</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shrinks backward, <a href="#Quote1744">1744</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Snails, her feet like, <a href="#Quote699">699</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snake, we have scotch'd the, <a href="#Quote1745">1745</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snow, a cheer for the, <a href="#Quote1747">1747</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in December, <a href="#Quote1746">1746</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, arrives, <a href="#Quote1748">1748</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Snow-drop, the, comes on, <a href="#Quote1749">1749</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Snuff, he only took, <a href="#Quote1750">1750</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">prevent your ladyship from taking, <a href="#Quote1751">1751</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Society became my glittering bride, <a href="#Quote1753">1753</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">man in, is like a flower, <a href="#Quote1752">1752</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one polished horde, <a href="#Quote209">209</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Softness and attractive grace, <a href="#Quote397">397</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Soldier, full of oaths, <a href="#Quote1754">1754</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he would have been a, <a href="#Quote1755">1755</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shall I ask the brave, <a href="#Quote436">436</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the broken, <a href="#Quote1756">1756</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou more than, <a href="#Quote1757">1757</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Soles, let firm, protect thy feet, <a href="#Quote1677">1677</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Solid men of Boston, <a href="#Quote212">212</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Solitude sometimes is society, <a href="#Quote1758">1758</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where are the charms, <a href="#Quote1759">1759</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Son, a booby, <a href="#Quote1763">1763</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no, of mine succeeding, <a href="#Quote1762">1762</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Song, dear to gods and men is sacred, <a href="#Quote1766">1766</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forbids deeds to die, <a href="#Quote1712">1712</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">higher than the perfect, <a href="#Quote1888">1888</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">moralized his, <a href="#Quote1765">1765</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one immortal, <a href="#Quote1764">1764</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still govern thou my, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sonnet, scorn not the, <a href="#Quote1767">1767</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sons and brothers at a strife, <a href="#Quote399">399</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of France, awake to glory, <a href="#Quote807">807</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sorrow comes too soon, <a href="#Quote1770">1770</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">give, words, <a href="#Quote1768">1768</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hang, <a href="#Quote270">270</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one, never comes, <a href="#Quote1769">1769</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sorrow's crown of sorrow, <a href="#Quote1771">1771</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sorrows, tell all thy, <a href="#Quote379">379</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sots, what can ennoble, <a href="#Quote82">82</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Soul, bruised with adversity, <a href="#Quote38">38</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Charoba once possest, <a href="#Quote263">263</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">discontented with capacity, <a href="#Quote263">263</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flow of, <a href="#Quote219">219</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">he shall not blind his, <a href="#Quote338">338</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is as free as the stars, <a href="#Quote1639">1639</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that rises with us, <a href="#Quote178">178</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the depth of the, <a href="#Quote1774">1774</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sleepless, <a href="#Quote301">301</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whither went his, <a href="#Quote1772">1772</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Soul's, the, prerogative, <a href="#Quote1773">1773</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Souls, two, with but a single thought, <a href="#Quote1981">1981</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sound must seem an echo, <a href="#Quote1775">1775</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Source of being, hail, <a href="#Quote522">522</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spain, lovely, <a href="#Quote1776">1776</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sparrow, providence in the fall of a, <a href="#Quote1398">1398</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speak, know when to, <a href="#Quote42">42</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spear, to equal the tallest pine, <a href="#Quote1777">1777</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speculation in those eyes, <a href="#Quote795">795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Speech is but broken light, <a href="#Quote1779">1779</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rude in my, <a href="#Quote1778">1778</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Spenser, fancy's pleasing son, <a href="#Quote1780">1780</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spires, whose finger points to heaven, <a href="#Quote1781">1781</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spirit, the strongest, that fought in heaven, <a href="#Quote539">539</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spirits from the vasty deep, <a href="#Quote1782">1782</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Splendor in the grass, <a href="#Quote1784">1784</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spring, come, gentle, <a href="#Quote1787">1787</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">first, like infancy, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in the, a livelier iris, <a href="#Quote1786">1786</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of love resembleth, <a href="#Quote1980">1980</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there's no such season, <a href="#Quote1788">1788</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Springe, she sets, a, <a href="#Quote407">407</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Spur, I have no, <a href="#Quote75">75</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to prick us to redress, <a href="#Quote1458">1458</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stage, all the world's a, <a href="#Quote1789">1789</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Star, constant as the northern, <a href="#Quote394">394</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">looks forth alone, <a href="#Quote1793">1793</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stars have lit the welkin dome, <a href="#Quote714">714</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">keep not their motion, <a href="#Quote1790">1790</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the night, <a href="#Quote1791">1791</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shot madly from their spheres, <a href="#Quote1605">1605</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the poetry of heaven, <a href="#Quote1792">1792</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">two of the fairest, <a href="#Quote644">644</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Starving, who longest can hold out at, <a href="#Quote615">615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +State, done the, some service, <a href="#Quote96">96</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mock the air with idle, <a href="#Quote385">385</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thousand years scarce form a, <a href="#Quote1794">1794</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Statesman to a prince, <a href="#Quote1795">1795</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Steed that saved the day, <a href="#Quote1796">1796</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Steeples, where my high, <a href="#Quote1540">1540</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Step, I hear that creaking, <a href="#Quote210">210</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Stoics boast their virtue fixed, <a href="#Quote93">93</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Stones of Rome to rise, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Storm, against some, <a href="#Quote1798">1798</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">rides upon the, <a href="#Quote1799">1799</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">under the, and the cloud, <a href="#Quote371">371</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Storms, give her to the god of, <a href="#Quote1800">1800</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Story of my life, <a href="#Quote1801">1801</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">teach him how to tell my, <a href="#Quote1802">1802</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Strangers, by, honored, and by strangers mourned, <a href="#Quote1803">1803</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Straw, tickled with a, <a href="#Quote308">308</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Streets, gibber in the Roman, <a 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+Suffering ended with the day, <a href="#Quote1481">1481</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to, tears are due, <a href="#Quote1815">1815</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sufferings, to each his, <a href="#Quote378">378</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Summer, eternal, gilds them yet, <a href="#Quote1818">1818</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">grows adult, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sun, a, will pierce, <a href="#Quote1822">1822</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath made a golden set, <a href="#Quote1829">1829</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in dim eclipse, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is going down, <a href="#Quote1882">1882</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the descending, <a href="#Quote1831">1831</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the glorious, <a href="#Quote1820">1820</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, is set, <a href="#Quote633">633</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the worshipped, peered forth, <a href="#Quote601">601</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unruly, <a href="#Quote1821">1821</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon an Easter-day, <a href="#Quote467">467</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunday shines no Sabbath-day, <a href="#Quote1548">1548</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">take, through the week, <a href="#Quote1551">1551</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunflower, light enchanted, <a href="#Quote1823">1823</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shining fair, <a href="#Quote1826">1826</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, turns on her god, <a href="#Quote1824">1824</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sunflowers blow in a glow, <a href="#Quote1825">1825</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Suns to light me rise, <a href="#Quote262">262</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sunset, the wondrous golden, <a href="#Quote1830">1830</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sunshine 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1em;">spreads his snowy sail, <a href="#Quote1050">1050</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">with arched neck, <a href="#Quote1840">1840</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Swears a prayer or two, <a href="#Quote1841">1841</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sweet, things, to taste, <a href="#Quote1843">1843</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sweetness, of linked, <a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swiftness never ceasing, <a href="#Quote1846">1846</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swimmer in his agony, <a href="#Quote62">62</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Swimmer's, a, stroke, <a href="#Quote1847">1847</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sword, a naked, <a href="#Quote1849">1849</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thy maiden, <a href="#Quote1848">1848</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Symbol of hunger, <a href="#Quote2081">2081</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Sympathy of love, <a href="#Quote1850">1850</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there 's naught like, <a href="#Quote1851">1851</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, <a href="#Quote1852">1852</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Tale, a round unvarnished, <a href="#Quote1855">1855</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I could a, unfold, <a href="#Quote1854">1854</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who so shall tell a, <a href="#Quote1853">1853</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Talk, it would, <a href="#Quote1861">1861</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">they, who never think, <a href="#Quote1859">1859</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to conceal the mind, <a href="#Quote1860">1860</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Talkers are no good doers, <a href="#Quote1857">1857</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Talking, I profess not, <a href="#Quote5">5</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tasso, their glory and their shame, <a href="#Quote1862">1862</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tasso's echoes are no more, <a href="#Quote1994">1994</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Taste, good native, <a href="#Quote1864">1864</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">talk what you will of, <a href="#Quote1863">1863</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tastes, various are the, <a href="#Quote1865">1865</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Taxes, at, rails, <a href="#Quote1867">1867</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tea, sometimes take, <a href="#Quote411">411</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">without a stratagem, <a href="#Quote1868">1868</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Teaching and my authority, <a href="#Quote1869">1869</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tear wiped with a little address, <a href="#Quote30">30</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tears and love for the Gray, <a href="#Quote1878">1878</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">beauty's, are lovelier, <a href="#Quote1877">1877</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">idle tears, <a href="#Quote1876">1876</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more merry, <a href="#Quote1191">1191</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of bearded men, <a href="#Quote1874">1874</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our present, <a href="#Quote1872">1872</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">stood on her cheeks, <a href="#Quote1871">1871</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">such as angels weep, <a href="#Quote1873">1873</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the big round, <a href="#Quote1870">1870</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thoughts too deep for, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Temper, man of such a feeble, <a href="#Quote1879">1879</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Temperate in every place, <a href="#Quote1880">1880</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tempers, strange how some men's, <a href="#Quote566">566</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tempest, foretells a, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Temptation, safe from, <a href="#Quote1887">1887</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why comes, <a href="#Quote1957">1957</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Terror, there is no, in your threats, <a href="#Quote1890">1890</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Test, bring me to the, <a href="#Quote1891">1891</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Text, many a holy, <a href="#Quote1892">1892</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thane, your face, my, <a href="#Quote653">653</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thanks to men of noble minds, <a href="#Quote1894">1894</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Theatre, as in a, <a href="#Quote1895">1895</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the world 's a, <a href="#Quote28">28</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thief, steals from the, <a href="#Quote1896">1896</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the sun 's a, <a href="#Quote1521">1521</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thieves and pillagers, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thing, evil, that walks by night, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made up of tears and light, <a href="#Quote1431">1431</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Things a wise man will not trust, <a href="#Quote974">974</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Things, all, are ready, <a href="#Quote29">29</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are where things are, <a href="#Quote681">681</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thinking, with too much, <a href="#Quote1418">1418</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thirst, that panting, <a href="#Quote1897">1897</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thorn that scents the evening gale, <a href="#Quote783">783</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">why choose the rankling, <a href="#Quote1898">1898</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thought is deeper than speech, <a href="#Quote1903">1903</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is eternal, <a href="#Quote1900">1900</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no, should be untold, <a href="#Quote1901">1901</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our past years, <a href="#Quote174">174</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wed with thought, <a href="#Quote1902">1902</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is this, <a href="#Quote160">160</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thoughts of men are widened, <a href="#Quote1387">1387</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, are ours, <a href="#Quote1899">1899</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too deep for tears, <a href="#Quote1875">1875</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thread, sewing a double, <a href="#Quote1904">1904</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thrift, thrift, Horatio, <a href="#Quote1907">1907</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may follow fawning, <a href="#Quote690">690</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Throne of royal state, <a href="#Quote1908">1908</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Thunder, idle, in his hand, <a href="#Quote1909">1909</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">leaps the live, <a href="#Quote1910">1910</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tide in the affairs of men, <a href="#Quote1912">1912</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the turning o' the, <a href="#Quote1911">1911</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tiger, the Hyrcanian, <a href="#Quote414">414</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tile, in cut and die so like a, <a href="#Quote153">153</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Time, away and mock the, <a href="#Quote568">568</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">doth waste me, <a href="#Quote1913">1913</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">threefold the stride of, <a href="#Quote1915">1915</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Titles are jests, <a href="#Quote1917">1917</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are marks of honest men, <a href="#Quote1918">1918</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">despite those, <a href="#Quote1622">1622</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toad, squat like a, <a href="#Quote1919">1919</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ugly and venomous, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tobacco, sublime, <a href="#Quote1920">1920</a>.<br /> +<br /> +To-day, call, his own, <a href="#Quote1921">1921</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our cares are all, <a href="#Quote1922">1922</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toe, on the light, fantastic, <a href="#Quote468">468</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Toil, the horny hands of, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tomb, from the, nature cries, <a href="#Quote1924">1924</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tombs, gilded, worms infold, <a href="#Quote97">97</a>.<br /> +<br /> +To-morrow, and to-morrow, <a href="#Quote1925">1925</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes, <a href="#Quote1927">1927</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">where art thou, beloved, <a href="#Quote1928">1928</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +To-morrow's sun may never rise, <a href="#Quote1926">1926</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tongue, a good, in thy head, <a href="#Quote1929">1929</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tongue, his, dropt manna, <a href="#Quote610">610</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in every wound, <a href="#Quote1797">1797</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">let the, lick pomp, <a href="#Quote1930">1930</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">still his, ran on, <a href="#Quote1858">1858</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that Shakespeare spake, <a href="#Quote757">757</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">who dare dishonor the, <a href="#Quote1931">1931</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tongues in trees, <a href="#Quote37">37</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of dying men, <a href="#Quote119">119</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Toothache, could endure the, <a href="#Quote1933">1933</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Torrent, the loud, <a href="#Quote1934">1934</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Torture, waters boil in endless, <a href="#Quote1935">1935</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Towers and battlements, <a href="#Quote1936">1936</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the cloud-capped, <a href="#Quote569">569</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Town, man made the, <a href="#Quote1937">1937</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Toys, seeks fantastic, <a href="#Quote1938">1938</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trade's proud empire, <a href="#Quote1940">1940</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unfeeling train, <a href="#Quote1939">1939</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Train, a melancholy, <a href="#Quote342">342</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tranquillity, heaven was all, <a href="#Quote1941">1941</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trash, wring from peasants their, <a href="#Quote1866">1866</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Traveller, now spurs the, <a href="#Quote1942">1942</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Travellers must be content, <a href="#Quote1943">1943</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Travelling, in, I take pleasures, <a href="#Quote1944">1944</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Treason doth never prosper, <a href="#Quote1947">1947</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">flourished over us, 1<a href="#Quote945">945</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is not owned, <a href="#Quote1948">1948</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Treasons, stratagems, and spoils, <a href="#Quote1235">1235</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Treasure, heaps of miser's, <a href="#Quote1949">1949</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tree, corruption is a, <a href="#Quote408">408</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dark, still sad, <a href="#Quote460">460</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fruit of that forbidden, <a href="#Quote563">563</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Trees, a brotherhood of venerable, <a href="#Quote1953">1953</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can smile in light, <a href="#Quote1950">1950</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mine ease under the, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the lives of, <a href="#Quote1811">1811</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Trial, we learn through, <a href="#Quote1954">1954</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tribe, the daring, compound their trash, <a href="#Quote1412">1412</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tricks that are vain, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trifle, think nought a, <a href="#Quote1956">1956</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trifles make the sum of human things, <a href="#Quote1955">1955</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trouble, double toil and, <a href="#Quote1958">1958</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Trust thee, so far will I, <a href="#Quote380">380</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Truth and loyalty, <a href="#Quote705">705</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">beauty is, <a href="#Quote1969">1969</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">crushed to earth, <a href="#Quote1962">1962</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forever on the scaffold, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has such a face, <a href="#Quote1964">1964</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hath better deeds than words, <a href="#Quote1301">1301</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is one, <a href="#Quote1966">1966</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the highest thing, <a href="#Quote1960">1960</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is truth, <a href="#Quote1967">1967</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no cleaner thing than love, <a href="#Quote1968">1968</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">severe, by fairy fiction, <a href="#Quote704">704</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">tell, and shame the devil, <a href="#Quote1961">1961</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whispering tongues can poison, <a href="#Quote395">395</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tulip, then comes the, <a href="#Quote1971">1971</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Turf, green be the, <a href="#Quote1973">1973</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Turk, like the, <a href="#Quote1974">1974</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Twig is bent, the tree 's inclin'd, <a href="#Quote609">609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Twilight, disastrous, sheds, <a href="#Quote607">607</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fell upon the sea, <a href="#Quote1976">1976</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gray, <a href="#Quote1975">1975</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Twins from the birth, <a href="#Quote683">683</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tyranny of blood and chains, <a href="#Quote1979">1979</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Tyrants seem to kiss, <a href="#Quote1977">1977</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'twixt kings and, <a href="#Quote1978">1978</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Unction, flattering, to your soul, <a href="#Quote528">528</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Unfortunate, one more, <a href="#Quote1438">1438</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Union, strong and great, <a href="#Quote1316">1316</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Unity, confound all, <a href="#Quote377">377</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Urania govern thou my song, <a href="#Quote120">120</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Urn, has filled his, <a href="#Quote365">365</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Use doth breed a habit in a man, <a href="#Quote457">457</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">things beyond all, <a href="#Quote1983">1983</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Utter what thou dost not know, <a href="#Quote1615">1615</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Vale of years, declined into the, <a href="#Quote54">54</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valentine, couple with my, <a href="#Quote1985">1985</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valiant never taste of death, <a href="#Quote426">426</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Valor, fear to do base things is, <a href="#Quote1986">1986</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shows but a bastard, <a href="#Quote1817">1817</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vanity, insatiate cormorant, <a href="#Quote1987">1987</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what will not, maintain, <a href="#Quote1988">1988</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vapor, as a, all doth vanish, <a href="#Quote1224">1224</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">melting in a tear, <a href="#Quote1989">1989</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Variety, order in, <a href="#Quote64">64</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Variety 's the spice of life, <a href="#Quote1990">1990</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vault, heaven's ebon, <a href="#Quote1991">1991</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vengeance, in, there is scorn, <a href="#Quote1992">1992</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to God alone belongs, <a href="#Quote1501">1501</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Venice, I stood in, <a href="#Quote1993">1993</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ventures, lose our, <a href="#Quote453">453</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Verse, a, may find him, <a href="#Quote1348">1348</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">married to immortal, <a href="#Quote1844">1844</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">sweetens toil, <a href="#Quote1997">1997</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vessel, a brave, <a href="#Quote1674">1674</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">splitting, on the rock, <a href="#Quote1675">1675</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vessels large may venture, <a href="#Quote281">281</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vice, a, good old-gentlemanly, <a href="#Quote133">133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">can bolt her arguments, <a href="#Quote1999">1999</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">from no one, exempt, <a href="#Quote398">398</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a monster, <a href="#Quote2000">2000</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is no, so simple, <a href="#Quote1998">1998</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Victory, graced with wreaths of, <a href="#Quote2001">2001</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1 em;">it was a famous, <a href="#Quote2002">2002</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Villain, a, in all Denmark, <a href="#Quote1033">1033</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one murder made a, <a href="#Quote438">438</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which is the, <a href="#Quote2005">2005</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Villas, suburban, <a href="#Quote2004">2004</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vine, monarch of the, <a href="#Quote2006">2006</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vines that round the thatch-eaves run, <a href="#Quote127">127</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Violet by a mossy stone, <a href="#Quote2007">2007</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throw a perfume on the, <a href="#Quote638">638</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Violets, when sweet, sicken, <a href="#Quote2008">2008</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Virginity, hath hurtful power o'er, <a href="#Quote797">797</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Virtue, assume a, <a href="#Quote2012">2012</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">calumny will sear, <a href="#Quote257">257</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be assailed, <a href="#Quote2013">2013</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">starves while vice is fed, <a href="#Quote2014">2014</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that possession would not show us, <a href="#Quote1359">1359</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Virtues, their, we write in water, <a href="#Quote2011">2011</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">which in parents shine, <a href="#Quote81">81</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vision, a faery, <a href="#Quote356">356</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in solemn, <a href="#Quote2015">2015</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Visions of glory, <a href="#Quote1687">1687</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Visit, annual, o'er the globe, <a href="#Quote366">366</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Voice, her, was ever soft, <a href="#Quote2016">2016</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Vows, lovers', seem sweet, <a href="#Quote2018">2018</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">made in pain, <a href="#Quote600">600</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">may be broken, <a href="#Quote2017">2017</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Vulcan his office plies, <a href="#Quote1061">1061</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Wagers, fools for arguments use, <a href="#Quote2019">2019</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Walks abroad, whene'er I take my, <a href="#Quote2021">2021</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">echoing, between, <a href="#Quote2020">2020</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Waller was smooth, <a href="#Quote589">589</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Want gives to know the friend, <a href="#Quote1362">1362</a>.<br /> +<br /> +War, grim-visaged, <a href="#Quote2023">2023</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a game, <a href="#Quote2024">2024</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is a terrible trade, <a href="#Quote2026">2026</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is still the cry, <a href="#Quote2025">2025</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">then was the tug of, <a href="#Quote844">844</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">thou son of hell, <a href="#Quote2022">2022</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to provoke, <a href="#Quote1402">1402</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wardens of your farms, <a href="#Quote177">177</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Warrior, he lay like a, <a href="#Quote2028">2028</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Washington's a watchword, <a href="#Quote2029">2029</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Water, smooth runs the, <a href="#Quote2030">2030</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what good, is worth, <a href="#Quote2031">2031</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wave, a life on the ocean, <a href="#Quote2033">2033</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is breaking on the shore, <a href="#Quote1252">1252</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so dies a, <a href="#Quote2032">2032</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Way, the heaven's pathless, <a href="#Quote2034">2034</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Ways that are dark, <a href="#Quote433">433</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weakness, all wickedness is, <a href="#Quote2035">2035</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Web, a tangled, we weave, <a href="#Quote509">509</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wedding, never, ever wooing, <a href="#Quote723">723</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weed, a, tossed to and fro, <a href="#Quote1609">1609</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weeds, dank and dropping, <a href="#Quote2038">2038</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weep, women must, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Weight, I give this heavy, <a href="#Quote3">3</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Welcome to our house, <a href="#Quote2039">2039</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Welcomes, a hundred thousand, <a href="#Quote2040">2040</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wheels of weary life stood still, <a href="#Quote344">344</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whim, let every man enjoy his, <a href="#Quote978">978</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whistled as he went, <a href="#Quote1984">1984</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Whole, all are parts of one, <a href="#Quote811">811</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wickedness, a method in man's, <a href="#Quote2042">2042</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Widows, may, wed, <a href="#Quote2043">2043</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wife by her husband stays, <a href="#Quote2046">2046</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this sweet wee, <a href="#Quote2047">2047</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">unclouded welcome of a, <a href="#Quote2048">2048</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Will, executes a freeman's, <a href="#Quote2050">2050</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Willow, willow, willow, <a href="#Quote2051">2051</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wind is rising, <a href="#Quote2053">2053</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">more inconstant than the, <a href="#Quote581">581</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of western birth, <a href="#Quote2054">2054</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the, of night, <a href="#Quote2055">2055</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the southern, <a href="#Quote1881">1881</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what, blew you hither, <a href="#Quote2052">2052</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Windows that exclude the light, <a href="#Quote2056">2056</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wine can make the sage frolic, <a href="#Quote2058">2058</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes love forget, <a href="#Quote2057">2057</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wing, this sail is as a noiseless, <a href="#Quote2059">2059</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wings, at heaven's gates she claps her, <a href="#Quote2060">2060</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Winter chills the lap of May, <a href="#Quote2064">2064</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">comes to rule, <a href="#Quote2062">2062</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">creeps along with tardy pace, <a href="#Quote1610">1610</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">has yet brighter scenes, <a href="#Quote2063">2063</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of our discontent, <a href="#Quote2061">2061</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the silver pencil of the, <a href="#Quote2065">2065</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wisdom and fortune, <a href="#Quote2066">2066</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wisdom's self oft seeks, <a href="#Quote2069">2069</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">well, the stream from, <a href="#Quote2068">2068</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wise, 't is folly to be, <a href="#Quote963">963</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to-day, be, <a href="#Quote525">525</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">what is it to be, <a href="#Quote2067">2067</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wish was father to that thought, <a href="#Quote2070">2070</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wishes lengthen as our sun declines, <a href="#Quote2071">2071</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wit, a mouse's, <a href="#Quote2072">2072</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">brevity the soul of, <a href="#Quote235">235</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have neither, <a href="#Quote195">195</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is out, when age is in, <a href="#Quote51">51</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men famed for, <a href="#Quote2075">2075</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the wings of borrowed, <a href="#Quote2076">2076</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will shine, <a href="#Quote252">252</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wit 's, a, a feather, <a href="#Quote922">922</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an unruly engine, <a href="#Quote2073">2073</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wits are to madness allied, <a href="#Quote2074">2074</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wives may be merry, <a href="#Quote2045">2045</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woe doth tread upon another's heel, <a href="#Quote1198">1198</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the deepest notes of, <a href="#Quote2080">2080</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">trappings and the suits of, <a href="#Quote2078">2078</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woes, rare are solitary, <a href="#Quote2079">2079</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that wait on age, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woman, earth's noblest thing, <a href="#Quote2088">2088</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in our hours of ease, <a href="#Quote2090">2090</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lovely, stoops to folly, <a href="#Quote733">733</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mixed of such fine elements, <a href="#Quote2092">2092</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">nothing lovelier in, <a href="#Quote2084">2084</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">she is a, <a href="#Quote422">422</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">so she's good, <a href="#Quote2089">2089</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that deliberates is lost, <a href="#Quote2091">2091</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we had been brutes without you, <a href="#Quote2085">2085</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">we will work for a, <a href="#Quote2093">2093</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woman 's a contradiction still, <a href="#Quote2087">2087</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">will, torrent of a, <a href="#Quote2086">2086</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Women are as roses, <a href="#Quote2082">2082</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">honor to, <a href="#Quote2083">2083</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">should never be dated, <a href="#Quote58">58</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wonder, it gives me, <a href="#Quote1170">1170</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of an hour, <a href="#Quote2094">2094</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Woodland, like a human mind, <a href="#Quote2095">2095</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woodman, spare that tree, <a href="#Quote2096">2096</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Woods are an ever-new delight, <a href="#Quote741">741</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">whispered it to the, <a href="#Quote2097">2097</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Word in season spoken, <a href="#Quote231">231</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Words, a dearth of, <a href="#Quote404">404</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are no deeds, <a href="#Quote2098">2098</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">are things, <a href="#Quote2102">2102</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">chaste, from a bashful mind, <a href="#Quote1697">1697</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">have power to assuage, <a href="#Quote2100">2100</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">immodest, admit no defence, <a href="#Quote512">512</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">never to heaven go, <a href="#Quote2099">2099</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">our, have wings, <a href="#Quote2101">2101</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wordsworth's healing power, <a href="#Quote2103">2103</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Work, free men freely, <a href="#Quote2104">2104</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">men must, <a href="#Quote2105">2105</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">there is always, <a href="#Quote1923">1923</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Workmen, when, strive, <a href="#Quote424">424</a>.<br /> +<br /> +World, bestride the narrow, <a href="#Quote355">355</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have not loved the, <a href="#Quote2110">2110</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">is all a fleeting show, <a href="#Quote2109">2109</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">service of the antique, <a href="#Quote91">91</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">this pendent, <a href="#Quote2108">2108</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">too much respect upon the, <a href="#Quote2107">2107</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">uncertain comes and goes, <a href="#Quote191">191</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +World 's, the, a theatre, <a href="#Quote28">28</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worm, the smallest, will turn, <a href="#Quote2111">2111</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worship without words, <a href="#Quote2112">2112</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Worth, courage, honor, <a href="#Quote296">296</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes the man, <a href="#Quote2113">2113</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wound, willing to, <a href="#Quote2115">2115</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wounds bind up my, <a href="#Quote2114">2114</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">wept o'er his, <a href="#Quote707">707</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrath, Achilles', <a href="#Quote2117">2117</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">come not within my, <a href="#Quote2116">2116</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wreaths, victorious <a href="#Quote2118">2118</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wrecks, a thousand fearful, <a href="#Quote2119">2119</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wretch, a needy, <a href="#Quote2120">2120</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">an inhuman, <a href="#Quote446">446</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wretches hang that jurymen may dine, <a href="#Quote950">950</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">that depend on greatness' favor, <a href="#Quote689">689</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrinkle what stamps the, <a href="#Quote59">59</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Write you, with ease <a href="#Quote2121">2121</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Writing well, nature's chief masterpiece, <a href="#Quote2122">2122</a>.<br /> +<br /> +Wrong forever on the throne, <a href="#Quote1970">1970</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on, swift vengeance waits, <a href="#Quote2123">2123</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wrongs unredressed, <a href="#Quote2124">2124</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Xerxes did die, <a href="#Quote2125">2125</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Years following years, <a href="#Quote2127">2127</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sigh not over vanished, <a href="#Quote2128">2128</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">none would live past, <a href="#Quote2129">2129</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the accomplishment of, <a href="#Quote2126">2126</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yesterday, oh, call back, <a href="#Quote2130">2130</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the word of Cæsar might, <a href="#Quote254">254</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yew, hails me to wonder, <a href="#Quote548">548</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">old, which graspest, <a href="#Quote2131">2131</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Youth, home keeping, <a href="#Quote2133">2133</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how beautiful is, <a href="#Quote2135">2135</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">how buoyant are thy hopes, <a href="#Quote2134">2134</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">lost days of our, <a href="#Quote1306">1306</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">no less becomes, <a href="#Quote2132">2132</a>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">on the prow, <a href="#Quote2136">2136</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Zeal, his, none seconded, <a href="#Quote2138">2138</a>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">served my God with, <a href="#Quote2137">2137</a>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Zealots, graceless, fight, <a href="#Quote663">663</a>.<br /> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + +***** This file should be named 15119-h.htm or 15119-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/5/1/1/15119/ + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst and the PG Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and 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CROWELL & COMPANY. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +It has been the aim of the compiler of this little book to present a +Dictionary of Poetical Quotations which will be a ready reference to +many of the most familiar stanzas and lines of the chief poets of the +English language, with a few selections from Continental writers; and +also some less familiar selections from more modern poets, which may in +time become classic, or which at least have a contemporary interest. +Readers of English literature are aware that the few great poets of our +language have struck perhaps every chord of human sentiment capable of +illustration in verse, and even these few have borrowed the ideas, and +sometimes almost the exact words, of predecessors or contemporaries. + +But often old ideas in a new dress are welcome to readers who might not +have been attracted by the old forms; and each generation has its +peculiar modes of expression if not its new lines of thought. It is +hoped that this mingling of the old and the new will not be without +interest. To carry out the plan of making this a "handy" dictionary of +quotations and, at the same time, as comprehensive as the space +permitted, it has been necessary to confine the illustration of the +topics selected to brief extracts from each author. Of course, in all +books of quotations the great name of Shakespeare fills the largest +space; and the compiler of this book, as well as all students of +Shakespeare, is under obligation to the painstaking compilers of the +concordances to this poet, and especially to Mr. Bartlett's monumental +work. To many other compilers of quotations, especially to the _Poetical +Quotations_ Anna L. Ward (published by Messrs. T.Y. Crowell & Co.), +the author is under obligations; while he has made an independent +examination of the more recent poets, as well as many of the older ones. +The topics illustrated number 2138, selected from the writings of 255 +authors. The indexes, which will be found full and complete, were +prepared by Mrs. Grace E. Powers, who has also rendered valuable +assistance in preparing the copy for the press and in reading the +proofs. + +G.W.P. + +DORCHESTER, MASS., +July, 1901. + + + + +HANDY DICTIONARY OF POETICAL +QUOTATIONS. + + + * * * * * + + +==A.== + + +=Abashed.= + + Abash'd the devil stood, +And felt how awful goodness is, and saw +Virtue in her shape how lovely. +1 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 846. + + +=Abbots.= + +To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, +Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. +2 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 301. + + +=Abdication.= + +I give this heavy weight from off my head, +And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, +The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; +With mine own tears I wash away my balm, +With mine own hands I give away my crown, +With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, +With mine own breath release all duteous oaths. +3 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Abdiel.= + +So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; +Among the faithless, faithful only he. +4 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 896. + + +=Ability.= + + I profess not talking; only this, +Let each man do his best. +5 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Absence.= + +What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights? +Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, +More tedious than the dial eight score times? +O weary reckoning! +6 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Though lost to sight, to memory dear +Thou ever wilt remain. +7 +GEORGE LINLEY: _Song, Though Lost to Sight._ + +Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, +And image charms he must behold no more. +8 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 361. + +O last love! O first love! +My love with the true heart, +To think I have come to this your home, +And yet--we are apart! +9 +JEAN INGELOW: _Sailing Beyond Seas._ + +'Tis said that absence conquers love; + But oh believe it not! +I've tried, alas! its power to prove, + But thou art not forgot. +10 +FREDERICK W. THOMAS: _Absence Conquers Love._ + + +=Abstinence.= + +Against diseases here the strongest fence +Is the defensive virtue abstinence. +11 +HERRICK: _Aph. Abstinence._ + + +=Abuse.= + +Thou thread, thou thimble, +Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, +Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: +Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant. +12 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Accident.= + +As the unthought-on accident is guilty +Of what we wildly do, so we profess +Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies +Of every wind that blows. +13 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, +Of moving accidents by flood and field. +14 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Our wanton accidents take root, and grow +To vaunt themselves God's laws. +15 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saints' Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +By many a happy accident. +16 +MIDDLETON: _No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Account.= + +No reckoning made, but sent to my account +With all my imperfections on my head. +17 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Accusation.= + +Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; +Do thou but thine. +18 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 561. + + +=Achievements.= + +Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, +And then they shine. +19 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Loyal Subject,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Acquaintance.= + +Should auld acquaintance be forgot, + And never brought to mind? +Should auld acquaintance be forgot, + And days o' lang syne? +20 +BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._ + + +=Action.= + +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. +21 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Of every noble action, the intent +Is to give worth reward--vice punishment. +22 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Captain,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Only the actions of the just +Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. +23 +JAMES SHIRLEY: _Death's Final Conquest,_ Sc. iii. + +Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws + Makes that and th' action fine. +24 +HERBERT: _The Elixir._ + + +=Activity.= + +If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well +It were done quickly. +25 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + +Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, +But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. +26 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Actors.= + + A strutting player,--whose conceit +Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich +To hear the wooden dialogue and sound +'Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage. +27 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +The world's a theatre, the earth a stage +Which God and Nature do with actors fill. +28 +THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors._ + + +=Adaptability.= + +All things are ready, if our minds be so. +29 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Address.= + +And the tear that is wiped with a little address + May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. +30 +COWPER: _The Rose._ + + +=Adieu.= + +Adieu, adieu! my native shore + Fades o'er the waters blue. +31 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 13. + +Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. +32 +GAY: _Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._ + + +=Admiration.= + +Season your admiration for a while. +33 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc 2. + + +=Adoration.= + +The holy time is quiet as a nun +Breathless with adoration. +34 +WORDSWORTH: _It is a Beauteous Evening._ + + +=Adorning.= + +Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, +Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. +35 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 232. + + Loveliness +Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, +But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. +36 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 204. + + +=Adversity.= + +Sweet are the uses of adversity, +Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, +Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; +And this our life, exempt from public haunt, +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, +Sermons in stones, and good in everything. +37 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, +We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; +But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, +As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. +38 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +I am not now in fortune's power: +He that is down can fall no lower. +39 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 877. + +For of fortunes sharpe adversite, +The worst kind of infortune is this,-- +A man that hath been is prosperite, +And it remember whan it passed is. +40 +CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide,_ Bk. iii., Line 1625. + + +=Advice.= + +Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; +Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. +41 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Know when to speak--for many times it brings +Danger, to give the best advice to kings. +42 +HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council._ + +The worst men often give the best advice. +43 +BAILEY _Festus,_ Sc. _A Village Feast._ + +'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good. +44 +CRABBE: _The Learned Boy._ + + +=Affectation.= + +There affectation, with a sickly mien, +Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen; +Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside; +Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; +On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, +Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. +45 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iv., Line 31. + + +=Affection.= + + Why, she would hang on him, +As if increase of appetite had grown +By what it fed on. +46 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, +Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. +47 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 387. + + +=Affliction.= + +Affliction is the good man's shining scene; +Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; +As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. +48 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 406. + +Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced +That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction. +49 +JOHN BROWN: _Barbarossa,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Affronts.= + +Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; +Old age is slow in both. +50 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + + +=Age.= + +When the age is in, the wit is out. +51 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 5 + + His silver hairs +Will purchase us a good opinion, +And buy men's voices to commend our deeds; +It shall be said,--his judgment rul'd our hands. +52 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful. +53 +CAPEL LOFFT'S _Aphorisms. Published in_ 1812. + +I am declin'd into the vale of years. +54 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale +Her infinite variety; other women +Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry +Where most she satisfies. +55 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +An old man, broken with the storms of State, +Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; +Give him a little earth for charity! +56 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +We see time's furrows on another's brow... +How few themselves in that just mirror see! +57 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 627. + +O, sir! I must not tell my age. +They say women and music should never be dated. +58 +GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Con.,_ Act iii. + +What is the worst of woes that wait on age? +What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? +To view each loved one blotted from life's page, +And be alone on earth as I am now. +59 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 98. + +Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. +60 +BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 25. + +But an old age serene and bright, +And lovely as a Lapland night, + Shall lead thee to thy grave. +61 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Young Lady._ + + +=Agony.= + +A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry +Of some strong swimmer in his agony. +62 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 53. + + +=Agreement.= + +Could we forbear dispute and practise love, +We should agree as angels do above. +63 +WALLER: _Divine Love,_ Canto iii. + +Where order in variety we see, +And where, though all things differ, all agree. +64 +POPE: _Windsor Forest,_ Line 13. + + +=Aim.= + +Better have failed in the high aim, as I, +Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed. +65 +ROBERT BROWNING: _The Inn Album,_ iv. + + +=Air.= + + When he speaks, +The air, a chartered libertine, is still +66 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Alacrity.= + +I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. +67 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Ale.= + +Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. +68 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 100. + +A Rechabite poor Will must live, +And drink of Adam's ale. +69 +PRIOR: _The Wandering Pilgrim._ + + +=Alexandrine.= + +A needless Alexandrine ends the song, +That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. +70 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 156. + + +=Alone.= + +Alone, alone,--all, all alone; +Alone on a wide, wide sea. +71 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. iv. + + +=Amazement.= + +But look! Amazement on thy mother sits; +O step between her and her fighting soul: +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. +72 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Amber.= + +Pretty! in amber to observe the forms +Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! +The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, +But wonder how the devil they got there. +73 +POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 169. + + +=Ambition.= + + Fling away ambition; +By that sin fell the angels: how can man then, +The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? +74 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii, Sc. 2. + + I have no spur +To prick the sides of my intent, but only +Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, +And falls on the other. +75 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i, Sc. 7. + +Ambition has but one reward for all: +A little power, a little transient fame, +A grave to rest in, and a fading name. +76 +WILLIAM WINTER: _Queen's Domain._ + +To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: +Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. +77 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 262. + +Such joy ambition finds. +78 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 92. + + +=America.= + +America! half brother of the world! +With something good and bad of every land; +Greater than thee have lost their seat-- +Greater scarce none can stand. +79 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._ + + +=Anarchy.= + + Where eldest Night +And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold +Eternal anarchy amidst the noise +Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. +80 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 894. + + +=Ancestry.= + +The sap which at the root is bred +In trees, through all the boughs is spread; +But virtues which in parents shine +Make not like progress through the line. +81 +WALLER: _To Zelinda._ + +What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? +Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. +82 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 215. + + +=Angels.= + +Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. +83 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66. + +The angels come and go, the messengers of God. +84 +R.H. STODDARD: _Hymn to the Beautiful._ + + The good he scorn'd +Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, +Not to return; or if it did, in visits +Like those of angels, short and far between. +85 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Pt. ii., Line 586. + + +=Anger.= + +Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, +And so shall starve with feeding. +86 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Never anger made good guard for itself. +87 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Angling.= + +The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish +Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, +And greedily devour the treacherous bait. +88 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + 'Twas merry when +You wager'd on your angling; when your diver +Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he +With fervency drew up. +89 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + + +=Anticipation.= + +Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite +To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; +For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, +What need a man forestall his date of grief, +And run to meet what he would most avoid? +90 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 359. + + +=Antiquity.= + +O good old man! how well in thee appears +The constant service of the antique world, +When service sweat for duty, not for meed! +Thou art not for the fashion of these times, +Where none will sweat, but for promotion. +91 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways +Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. +92 +WARTON: _Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon._ + + +=Apathy.= + +In lazy apathy let stoics boast +Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fixed as in a frost. +93 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 101. + + +=Apparel.= + +Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, +But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: +For the apparel oft proclaims the man. +94 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Apparitions.= + +How fading are the joys we dote upon! +Like apparitions seen and gone. +95 +JOHN NORRIS: _The Parting._ + + +=Appeal.= + +I have done the state some service, and they know it. +No more of that; I pray you in your letters, +When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, +Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate, +Nor set down aught in malice. +96 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Appearances.= + +All that glisters is not gold, +Gilded tombs do worms infold. +97 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + +Appearances to save, his only care; +So things seem right no matter what they are. +98 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 299. + + +=Appetite.= + +Now good digestion wait on appetite, +And health on both. +99 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, +Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook. +100 +CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ iii., Line 133. + + +=Applause.= + +I would applaud thee to the very echo, +That should applaud again. +101 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3 + +Oh popular applause! what heart of man +Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? +102 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 481. + +The applause of list'ning senates to command. +103 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 16 + + +=April.= + +Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote +The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. +104 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales,_ Prologue, Line 1. + +April cold with dropping rain +Willows and lilacs brings again, +The whistle of returning birds, +And trumpet-lowing of the herds. +105 +EMERSON: _May-day,_ Line 124. + +When aince Aprile has fairly come, +An' birds may bigg in winter's lum, +An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some + O' whatna state, +Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum, + Than taks the gate. +106 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Underwoods,_ Bk. ii., iii. + + +=Argument.= + +In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, +For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still. +107 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 211 + + +=Aristocracy.= + +'Tis from high life high characters drawn; +A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. +108 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 135. + + +=Art.= + + Seraphs share with thee +Knowledge: But art, O man, is thine alone! +109 +SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St 2. + +Art is the child of Nature; yes, +Her darling child, in whom we trace +The features of the mother's face, +Her aspect and her attitude. +110 +LONGFELLOW: _Keramos._ + + +=Artist.= + +In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, +To make some good, but others to exceed. +111 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Aspect.= + + With grave +Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd +A pillar of state. +112 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300. + + +=Aspiration.= + +'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; +He rises on the toe; that spirit of his +In aspiration lifts him from the earth. +113 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + + +=Assurance.= + +I'll make assurance double sure, +And take a bond of fate. +114 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Atheism.= + +By night an atheist half believes a God. +115 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 176. + + +=Athens.= + +Ancient of days! august Athena! where, +Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? +Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were +First in the race that led to glory's goals +They won, and pass'd away. +116 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2. + +Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts +And eloquence. +117 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 240. + + +=Attempt.= + + The attempt and not the deed +Confounds us. +118 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Attention.= + + The tongues of dying men +Enforce attention like deep harmony. +119 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Audience.= + + Still govern thou my song, +Urania, and fit audience find, though few. +120 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 30, + + +=August.= + +Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold, +When August round her precious gifts is flinging; +Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled: +The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing. +121 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Aurora.= + +Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, +Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. +122 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 1. + + +=Author.= + + Most authors steal their works, or buy; +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, +123 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 59. + +No author ever spar'd a brother. +124 +GAY: _Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller._ + +How many great ones may remember'd be, +Which in their days most famously did flourish, +Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, +But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish. +125 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ St. 52. + + +=Authority.= + + Man, proud man, +Drest in a little brief authority, +Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, +His glassy essence--like an angry ape, +Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven +As make the angels weep! +126 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Autumn.= + +Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! +Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; +Conspiring with him how to load and bless +With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; +To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, +And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. +127 +KEATS: _To Autumn._ + +Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, +Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? +Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, +The fashion of thy many-colored robe? +128 +R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._ + +Autumn wins you best by this its mute +Appeal to sympathy for its decay. +129 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i. + + The lands are lit +With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; +And everywhere the Purple Asters nod +And bend and wave and flit. +130 +HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._ + +I saw old Autumn in the misty morn +Stand shadowless like silence, listening +To silence, for no lonely bird would sing +Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, +Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn. +131 +HOOD: _Autumn._ + + +=Avarice.= + +The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest: +The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! +The last corruption of degenerate man. +132 +DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, +I think I must take up with avarice. +133 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 216. + + That disease +Of which all old men sicken,--avarice. +134 +MIDDLETON: _Roaring Girl,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Awkwardness.= + +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill +Of moving gracefully, or standing still, +One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, +Desirous seems to run away from t'other. +135 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 438. + + + + +==B.== + + +=Balances.= + +Jove lifts the golden balances that show +The fates of mortal men, and things below. +136 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xxii., Line 271. + + +=Ball.= + +I saw her at a county ball; +There when the sound of flute and fiddle +Gave signal sweet in that old hall, +Of hands across and down the middle. +137 +PRAED: _Belle of the Ball-Room,_ St. 2. + + +=Banishment.= + +Eating the bitter bread of banishment. +138 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Banished? +O friar, the damned use that word in hell; +Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, +Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, +A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, +To mangle me with that word--banished? +139 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + + +=Banner.= + +Hang out our banners on the outward walls. +140 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +A banner with the strange device. +141 +LONGFELLOW: _Excelsior._ + +Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, +And charge with all thy chivalry. +142 +CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._ + + +=Bard.= + +Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, +By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, +Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey +Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. +143 +COLERIDGE: _Fancy in Nubibus._ + + +=Bars.= + +Stone walls do not a prison make, + Nor iron bars a cage. +144 +LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison,_ iv. + + +=Baseness.= + + Since Cleopatra died, +I have lived in such dishonor that the gods +Detest my baseness. +145 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14. + + +=Bashfulness.= + +I pity bashful men, who feel the pain +Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, +And bear the marks upon a blushing face, +Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. +146 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347. + + +=Battle.= + + Then more fierce +The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell +Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, +The groan of death, commingled in one sound +Of undistinguish'd horrors. +147 +SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._ + +For freedom's battle, once begun, +Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, +Though baffled oft, is ever won. +148 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123. + +When the battle rages loud and long, +And the stormy winds do blow. +149 +CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._ + + +=Beads.= + +The hooded clouds, like friars, + Tell their beads in drops of rain. +150 +LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._ + + +=Beams.= + +And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, +Thro' all the circle of the golden year. +151 +TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._ + + +=Beard.= + +His beard was as white as snow, +All flaxen was his poll. +152 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +His tawny beard was th' equal grace +Both of his wisdom and his face; +In cut and die so like a tile, +A sudden view it would beguile; +The upper part thereof was whey; +The nether, orange mix'd with grey. +153 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241. + + +=Beast.= + +A beast, that wants discourse of reason. +154 +SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Beauty.= + + My beauty, though but mean, +Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; +Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, +Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. +155 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; +A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; +A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud; +A brittle glass that's broken presently; +A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, +Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. +156 +SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11 + + Beauty stands +In the admiration only of weak minds +Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes +Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, +At every sudden slighting quite abash'd. +157 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220. + +Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, +The power of beauty I remember yet. +158 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1. + +A thing of beauty is a joy forever: +Its loveliness increases; it will never +Pass into nothingness; but still will keep +A bower quiet for us, and a sleep +Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. +159 +KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + +What is this thought or thing +Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing? +Is it a thought accepted for a thing? +Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word? +160 +MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._ + +If eyes were made for seeing, +Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. +161 +EMERSON: _The Rhodora._ + +Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, +And beauty draws us with a single hair. +162 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27. + +True beauty dwells in deep retreats, + Whose veil is unremoved +Till heart with heart in concord beats, + And the lover is beloved. +163 +WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._ + + +=Bed.= + +In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, +And born in bed, in bed we die; +The near approach a bed may show +Of human bliss and human woe. +164 +ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson. + + +=Bees.= + + So work the honey-bees; +Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach +The act of order to a peopled kingdom. +165 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +The moan of doves in immemorial elms, +And murmuring of innumerable bees. +166 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203. + + +=Beggars.= + +Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. +167 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +When beggars die, there are no comets seen; +The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. +168 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Behavior.= + +And puts himself upon his good behavior. +169 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47. + + +=Belial.= + + When night +Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons +Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. +170 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500. + + +=Bells.= + +Those evening bells! those evening bells! +How many a tale their music tells +Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, +When last I heard their soothing chime! +171 +MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._ + +Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky! + +Ring out old shapes of foul disease, + Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; + Ring out the thousand wars of old, +Ring in the thousand years of peace. + +Ring in the valiant man and free, + The larger heart, the kindlier hand; + Ring out the darkness of the land, +Ring in the Christ that is to be. +172 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv. + + Hear the mellow wedding bells, + Golden bells! +What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! +173 +EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._ + + +=Benediction.= + +The thought of our past years in me doth breed +Perpetual benediction. +174 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9. + + +=Bible.= + +A glory gilds the sacred page, + Majestic like the sun; +It gives a light to every age; + It gives, but borrows none. +175 +COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30. + + +=Bigotry.= + +Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded +That all the Apostles would have done as they did. +176 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83. + + +=Birds.= + +You call them thieves and pillagers; but know +They are the winged wardens of your farms, +Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, +And from your harvests keep a hundred harms. +177 +LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19. + + +=Birth.= + +Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: +The soul that rises with us our life's star, + Hath had elsewhere its setting, + And cometh from afar. +178 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5. + +While man is growing, life is in decrease; +And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. +Our birth is nothing but our death begun. +179 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717. + + +=Birthday.= + +A birthday:--and now a day that rose +With much of hope, with meaning rife-- +A thoughtful day from dawn to close: +The middle day of human life. +180 +JEAN INGELOW. _A Birthday Walk._ + + +=Bivouac.= + +On Fame's eternal camping-ground + Their silent tents are spread, +And Glory guards with solemn round + The bivouac of the dead. +181 +THEODORE O'HARA: _Bivouac of the Dead._ + + +=Blasphemy.= + +Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; +But, in the less, foul profanation. + * * * * * +That in the captain's but a choleric word, +Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. +182 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Bleakness.= + +A naked house, a naked moor, +A shivering pool before the door, +A garden bare of flowers and fruit, +And poplars at the garden foot: +Such is the place that I live in, +Bleak without and bare within. +183 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The House Beautiful._ + + +=Blessings.= + +How blessings brighten as they take their flight! +184 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ii., Line 602. + +For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, +And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. +185 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act v., Sc. 12. + + +=Blindness.= + +O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; +Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, +Without all hope of day. +186 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 80. + +O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! +Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, +Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age! +Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, +And all her various objects of delight +Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, +187 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 67. + + +=Bliss.= + +Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; +Bliss is the same in subject or in king. +188 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 57. + +Vain, very vain, my weary search to find +That bliss which only centres in the mind. +189 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 423. + + +=Blood.= + +When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul +Lends the tongue vows. +190 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +A ruddy drop of manly blood + The surging sea outweighs; +The world uncertain comes and goes, + The lover rooted stays. +191 +EMERSON: _Epigraph to Friendship._ + +Blood is a juice of very special kind. +192 +GOETHE: _Faust_ (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386. + + +=Bloom.= + +O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move +The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. +193 +GRAY: _Prog. of Poesy,_ Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3. + + +=Blossoms.= + +Who in life's battle firm doth stand +Shall bear hope's tender blossoms + Into the silent land. +194 +J.G. VON SALIS: _The Silent Land._ + + +=Bluntness.= + +I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, +Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, +To stir men's blood: I only speak right on. +195 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Blushing.= + +Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, +Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. +The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; +They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, +And flare up boldly, wings and all. +What then? +Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl? +196 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii., Line 732. + + +=Boasting.= + + Here's a large mouth, indeed, +That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; +Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, +As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs. +197 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Boat.= + +Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat; + Just parted from the shore, +And to the fisher's chorus-note + Soft moves the dipping oar. +198 +BAILLIE: _Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat._ + + +=Boldness.= + +In conversation boldness now bears sway, +But know, that nothing can so foolish be +As empty boldness. +199 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 34. + + +=Bond.= + +I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; +I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. +200 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Bones.= + +Cursed be he that moves my bones. +201 +SHAKS.: _Shakespeare's Epitaph._ + +Rattle his bones over the stones! +He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns! +202 +THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._ + + +=Books.= + +A book! O rare one! +Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment +Nobler than that it covers. +203 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + That place that does contain +My books, the best companions, is to me +A glorious court, where hourly I converse +With the old sages and philosophers; +And sometimes, for variety, I confer +With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels. +204 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Elder Brother,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Books cannot always please, however good; +Minds are not ever craving for their food. +205 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xxiv. + +Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, +Are a substantial world, both pure and good; +Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, +Our pastime and our happiness will grow. +206 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._ + +Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. +207 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 327. + +Some books are lies frae end to end. +208 +BURNS: _Death and Dr. Hornbook._ + + +=Bores.= + +Society is now one polish'd horde, +Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored._ +209 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 95. + +Again I hear that creaking step!-- + He's rapping at the door!-- +Too well I know the boding sound + That ushers in a bore. +210 +J.G. SAXE: _My Familiar._ + + +=Borrowing.= + +Neither a borrower nor a lender be, +For loan oft loses both itself and friend; +And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. +This above all,--to thine own self be true; +And it must follow, as the night the day, +Thou canst not then be false to any man. +211 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Boston.= + +Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! +Solid men of Boston, make no long orations! +212 +CHARLES MORRIS: _American Song. From Lyra Urbanica._ + + +=Bough.= + +Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, +And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, +That sometime grew within this learned man. +213 +MARLOWE: _Faustus._ + + +=Bounds.= + +There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, +But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. +214 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1 + + +=Bounty.= + + For his bounty, +There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, +That grew the more by reaping. +215 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2 + +Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, + Heaven did a recompense as largely send; +He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, + He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. +216 +GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._ + + +=Bourn.= + +The undiscover'd country from whose bourn +No traveller returns. +217 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Bower.= + +I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, + Where roses and lilies and violets meet. +218 +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _I'd be a Butterfly._ + + +=Bowl.= + +There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, +The feast of reason and the flow of soul. +219 +POPE: Satire i., Line 6. + + +=Boyhood.= + +The whining schoolboy, with his satchel, +And shining morning face, creeping like snail +Unwillingly to school. +220 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + The smiles, the tears, + Of boyhood's years, +The words of love then spoken. +221 +MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._ + + +=Braes.= + +We twa hae run about the braes, + And pu'd the gowans fine. +222 +BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._ + + +=Braggart.= + + I know them, yea, +And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: +Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, +That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, +Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, +And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, +How they might hurt their enemies if they durst; +And this is all. +223 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Brains.= + + The times have been +That, when the brains were out, the man would die, +And there an end; but now they rise again, +With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, +And push us from our stools. +224 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Bravery.= + + 'Tis more brave +To live, than to die. +225 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11. + +None but the brave deserves the fair. +226 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1. + +How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, +By all their country's wishes blest! +227 +COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._ + + +=Breach.= + +Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, +Or close the wall up with our English dead! +228 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Bread.= + +O God! that bread should be so dear, + And flesh and blood so cheap! +229 +HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._ + + +=Breast.= + +The yielding marble of her snowy breast. +230 +WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._ + +A word in season spoken + May calm the troubled breast. +231 +CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._ + + +=Breath.= + +When the good man yields his breath +(For the good man never dies). +232 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v. + + +=Breeches.= + +But the old three-cornered hat, +And the breeches, and all that, + Are so queer! +233 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._ + + +=Breezes.= + + Breezes of the South! +Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, +And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, +Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played +Among the palms of Mexico and vines +Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks +That from the fountains of Sonora glide +Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned +A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? +234 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._ + + +=Brevity.= + + Since brevity is the soul of wit, +And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-- +I will be brief. +235 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +For brevity is very good, +When we are, or are not, understood. +236 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669. + + +=Bribes.= + + What! shall one of us, +That struck the foremost man of all this world, +But for supporting robbers;--shall we now +Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? +And sell the mighty space of our large honors +For so much trash as may be grasped thus? +I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, +Than such a Roman. +237 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Bride.= + +You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, +All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. +238 +THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._ + + +=Bridge.= + +By the rude bridge that arched the flood, + Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, +Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, + And fired the shot heard round the world. +239 +EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._ + + +=Brooks.= + +A silvery brook comes stealing + From the shadow of its trees, +Where slender herbs of the forest stoop + Before the entering breeze. +240 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._ + + +=Brotherhood.= + + I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, +And hurt my brother. +241 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; +A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! +242 +BURNS: _A Winter Night._ + + +=Bubbles.= + +The earth hath bubbles as the water has, +And these are of them. +243 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Bucket.= + +The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, +The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. +244 +WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._ + + +=Bud.= + +The bud is on the bough again. + The leaf is on the tree. +245 +CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_ + + +=Bugle.= + +Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! +And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. +246 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360. + + +=Building.= + +The hand that rounded Peter's dome, +And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, +Wrought in a sad sincerity; +Himself from God he could not free; +He builded better than he knew: +The conscious stone to beauty grew. +247 +EMERSON: _The Problem._ + + +=Burden.= + +A sacred burden is this life ye bear: +Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, +Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. +248 +FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young +Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._ + + +=Bush.= + +For what are they all in their high conceit, +When man in the bush with God may meet? +249 +EMERSON: _Good-Bye._ + + +=Business.= + +Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where +And when, and how thy business may be done, +Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, +Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on. +250 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57. + + +=Buttercups.= + +All will be gay when noontide wakes anew +The buttercups, the little children's dower. +251 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._ + + + + +==C.== + + +=Cadence.= + + Wit will shine +Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. +252 +DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15. + + +=Caesar.= + +Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, +Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. +253 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +But yesterday the word of Caesar might +Have stood against the world; now lies he there, +And none so poor to do him reverence. +254 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Calamity.= + +Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, +And thou art wedded to calamity. +255 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Calmness.= + +And through the heat of conflict keeps the law +In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. +256 +WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._ + + +=Calumny.= + + Calumny will sear +Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's. +257 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Camping.= + +The bed was made, the room was fit, +By punctual eve the stars were lit; +The air was still, the water ran, +No need was there for maid or man, +When we put up, my ass and I, +At God's green caravanserai. +258 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._ + + +=Candle.= + +How far that little candle throws his beams! +So shines a good deed in a naughty world. +259 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Candor.= + +Some positive, persisting fops we know, +Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; +But you with pleasure own your errors past, +And make each day a critique on the last. +260 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9. + + +=Cannons.= + +The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; +And ready mounted are they, to spit forth +Their iron indignation. +261 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Canopy.= + +Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; +My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. +262 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139. + + +=Capacity.= + +That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,-- +Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, +Soul discontented with capacity,-- +Is gone (I fear) forever. +263 +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii. + + +=Captain.= + +O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, +The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won. +The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, +While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. + But O heart! heart! heart! + O the bleeding drops of red, + Where on the deck my Captain lies, + Fallen cold and dead. +264 +WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.) + +A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. +265 +JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Care.= + +Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, +And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. +266 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Care that is enter'd once into the breast, +Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. +267 +BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, +Pursues its feeble victim to the grave. +268 +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17. + +Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; +And every grin, so merry, draws one out. +269 +PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15. + +Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, +And therefore let's be merry. +270 +GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._ + + +=Carefulness.= + +For my means, I'll husband them so well, +They shall go far with little. +271 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + + +=Cat.= + +A harmless necessary cat. +272 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Let Hercules himself do what he may, +The cat will mew and dog will have his day. +273 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Cataract.= + + The sounding cataract +Haunted me like a passion. +274 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + + +=Cathedrals.= + + The high embower'd roof, +With antique pillars, massy proof, +And storied windows, richly dight, +Casting a dim religious light. +275 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 157. + + +=Cato.= + +Like Cato, give his little senate laws, +And sit attentive to his own applause. +276 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 207. + + +=Cattle.= + +O Mary, go and call the cattle home, + And call the cattle home, +And call the cattle home, + Across the sands o' Dee. +277 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Sands of Dee._ + + +=Cause.= + +And therefore little shall I grace my cause +In speaking for myself. +278 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Caution.= + +Let every eye negotiate for itself +And trust no agent. +279 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii, Sc. 1. + +Know when to speak; for many times it brings +Danger, to give the best advice to kings. +280 +HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council,_ + +Vessels large may venture more, +But little boats should keep near shore. +281 +FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard._ + + +=Caverns.= + +Where Alph, the sacred river, ran +Through caverns measureless to man + Down to a sunless sea. +282 +COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._ + + +=Celibacy.= + +But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, +Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, +Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. +283 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain +But our destroyer, foe to God and man? +284 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748. + + +=Censure.= + +Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, +Are lost on hearers that our merits know. +285 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 293. + + +=Ceremony.= + +Ceremony was but devised at first +To set a gloss on faint deeds--hollow welcomes, +Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown; +But where there is true friendship, there needs none. +286 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Challenge.= + + There I throw my gage, +To prove it on thee, to the extremest point +Of mortal breathing. +287 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Chance.= + + That power +Which erring men call Chance. +288 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 587. + +All nature is but art unknown to thee, +All chance, direction, which thou canst not see. +289 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289. + + +=Change.= + +All but God is changing day by day. +290 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Prometheus._ + +When change itself can give no more, +'T is easy to be true. +291 +CHARLES SEDLEY: _Reasons for Constancy._ + +Let the great world spin forever down the ringing + grooves of change. +292 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 182. + + +=Chaos.= + +For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, +And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. +293 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1019. + +Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; +Still by himself abused or disabused. +294 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 13. + + +=Character.= + +There is a kind of character in thy life, +That to the observer doth thy history +Fully unfold. +295 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Worth, courage, honor, these indeed +Your sustenance and birthright are. +296 +E.C. STEDMAN: _Beyond the Portals,_ Pt. 10. + + +=Charity.= + + Charity itself fulfils the law, +And who can sever love from charity? +297 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Alas for the rarity +Of Christian charity +Under the sun! +298 +HOOD: _Bridge of Sighs._ + + +=Charms.= + +Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. +299 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto v., Line 34. + + +=Chastity.= + +So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, +That when a soul is found sincerely so, +A thousand liveried angels lackey her. +300 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453. + + +=Chatterton.= + +I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, +The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride. +Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy, +Following his plough along the mountain side. +301 +WORDSWORTH: _Res. and Indep.,_ St. 7. + + +=Chaucer.= + +Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, +On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. +302 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32. + + +=Cheating.= + +Doubtless the pleasure is as great, +Of being cheated as to cheat. +303 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1. + + +=Cheerfulness.= + + It is good +To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. +304 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 35. + + +=Chickens.= + +To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, +And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. +305 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923. + + +=Chiding.= + +Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, +When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth. +306 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Sc. 4. + + +=Child--Childhood--Children.= + +Ah! what would the world be to us + If the children were no more? +We should dread the desert behind us + Worse than the dark before. +307 +LONGFELLOW: _Children._ + +Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, +Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. +308 +POPE: _Essay on Man._ Epis. ii., Line 275. + +The child is father of the man. +309 +WORDSWORTH: _My Heart Leaps,_ Line 7. + +Children are the keys of Paradise. +They alone are good and wise, +Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer +310 +R.H. STODDARD: _The Children's Prayer._ + +I have had playmates, I have had companions, +In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. +All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. +311 +CHARLES LAMB: _Old Familiar Faces._ + +As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. +312 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330. + +Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, +Make me a child again, just for to-night. +313 +ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._ + + +=Chime.= + +Faintly as tolls the evening chime, +Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. +314 +MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._ + + +=Chivalry.= + +Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away. +315 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11. + + +=Choice.= + +There's small choice in rotten apples. +316 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Follow thou thy choice. +317 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._ + + +=Choler.= + +Must I give way and room to your rash choler? +Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? +318 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Chord.= + +Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; +Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. +319 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33. + + +=Christ.= + +In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, +With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: +As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. +320 +JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._ + +Hail to the King of Bethlehem, +Who weareth in his diadem +The yellow crocus for the gem +Of his authority. +321 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii. + + Christ--the one great word +Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. +322 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._ + +We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. +323 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii. + + +=Christmas.= + +At Christmas play, and make good cheer, +For Christmas comes but once a year. +324 +TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12. + +Again at Christmas did we weave + The holly round the Christmas hearth; + The silent snow possess'd the earth. +325 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1. + +Bright be thy Christmas tide! +Carol it far and wide, +Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come! +326 +FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._ + +Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; +But let it whistle as it will, +We'll keep our Christmas merry still. +327 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction. + +'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house +Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse. +328 +CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._ + + +=Church.= + +Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, +Will never mark the marble with his name. +329 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285. + +"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak; +They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek, +From Christian folds, the one selected race, +Of all professions, and in every place." +330 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii. + + +=Churchyard.= + +The solitary, silent, solemn scene, +Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, +Blended in dust together; where the slave +Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud +Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; +Where human folly sleeps. +331 +DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540. + + +=Churlishness.= + +My master is of churlish disposition, +And little recks to find the way to heaven, +By doing deeds of hospitality. +332 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Circumstance.= + +And grasps the skirts of happy chance, +And breasts the blows of circumstance. +333 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2. + + +=Citadel.= + +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, +A forked mountain, or blue promontory +With trees upon't. +334 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14. + + +=Citizens.= + +Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. +335 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._ + + +=City.= + +As one who long in populous city pent, +Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. +336 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445. + + +=Civilities.= + +Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, +Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. +337 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133. + + +=Clay.= + + Tho' he trip and fall, +He shall not blind his soul with clay. +338 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308. + + +=Cleanliness.= + +E'en from the body's purity, the mind +Receives a secret sympathetic aid. +339 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269. + + +=Clergyman.= + +Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, +And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, +There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, +The village preacher's modest mansion rose. +A man he was to all the country dear, +And passing rich with forty pounds a year. +340 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137. + + +=Cliff.= + +As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, +Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- +Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, +Eternal sunshine settles on its head. +341 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189. + + +=Clime.= + +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, +To traverse climes beyond the western main. +342 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 409. + + +=Cloak.= + +Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, + Then take thine old cloake about thee. +343 +PERCY: _Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee._ + + +=Clock.= + +Till like a clock worn out with eating time, +The wheels of weary life at last stood still. +344 +DRYDEN: _Oedipus,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Clothes.= + +The naked every day he clad + When he put on his clothes. +345 +GOLDSMITH: _Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._ + + +=Clouds.= + +Circling the mountains the gray clouds go +Heavy with storms as a mother with child, +Seeking release from their burden of snow +With calm slow motion they cross the wild-- +Stately and sombre, they catch and cling +To the barren crags of the peaks in the west, +Weary with waiting, and mad for rest. +346 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Clouds._ + + Clouds on the western side +Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. +347 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Twilight Calm._ + +Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west +Is paved with smiling faces. +348 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Coach.= + +Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, +And let the man who calleth be the caller, +And in his calling let him nothing call +But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! +349 +CAREY: _Chrononhotonthologos,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Cock-crowing.= + + The early village cock +Hath twice done salutation to the morn. +350 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Coincidence.= + +A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase +By which such things are settled nowadays. +351 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vi., St. 78. + + +=Cold.= + +The cold in clime are cold in blood, + Their love can scarce deserve the name. +352 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1099. + +For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, +And I am sick at heart. +353 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Coliseum.= + +"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; +When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; +And when Rome falls--the world." +354 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 145. + + +=Colossus.= + +Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world +Like a Colossus, and we petty men +Walk under his huge legs and peep about +To find ourselves dishonorable graves. +355 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Colors.= + +I took it for a faery vision +Of some gay creatures of the element, +That in the colors of the rainbow live, +And play i' th' plighted clouds. +356 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 298. + + +=Columbia.= + +Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, +The queen of the world and child of the skies! +Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, +While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. +357 +TIMOTHY DWIGHT: _Columbia._ + + +=Column.= + +Where London's column, pointing at the skies, +Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. +358 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 339. + + +=Combat.= + +The combat deepens. On, ye brave, +Who rush to glory or the grave! +359 +CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._ + + +=Comet.= + +Incens'd with indignation Satan stood +Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd +That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge +In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair +Shakes pestilence and war. +360 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 707. + + +=Comfort.= + +O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; +'Tis like a pardon after execution; +That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; +But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. +361 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Commandments.= + +Could I come near your beauty with my nails, +I'd set my ten commandments in your face. +362 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Commentators.= + +How commentators each dark passage shun, +And hold their farthing candle to the sun. +363 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vii., Line 97. + + +=Commerce.= + +Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, +And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. +364 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 91. + + +=Communion.= + +When one that holds communion with the skies +Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, +And once more mingles with us meaner things, +'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings. +365 +COWPER: _Charity,_ Line 435. + + +=Companions.= + +Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee! + We'd make with joyful wing +Our annual visit o'er the globe, + Companions of the spring. +366 +JOHN LOGAN: _To the Cuckoo._ + + +=Comparisons.= + +When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; +So doth the greater glory dim the less. +36 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, +Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! +368 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 17. + + +=Compass.= + +Though pleased to see the dolphins play, +I mind my compass and my way. +369 +MATTHEW GREEN: _Spleen,_ Line 93. + + +=Compassion.= + +O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, +And not relent, or not compassion him? +370 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Compensation.= + +Under the storm and the cloud to-day, +And to-day the hard peril and pain-- +To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away, +For the sunshine shall follow the rain. +Merciful Father, I will not complain, +I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain. +371 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _For Princess Maud._ + + +=Complexion.= + +Mislike me not for my complexion, +The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. +372 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Compulsion.= + +Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. +373 +MILTON: _Arcades,_ Line 68. + + +=Concealment.= + + She never told her love, +But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, +Feed on her damask cheek. +374 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Conceit.= + +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. +375 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Conclusion.= + +But this denoted a foregone conclusion. +376 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Concord.= + +Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, +Uproar the universal peace, confound +All unity on earth. +377 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Condemnation.= + +To each his suff'rings; all are men, + Condemn'd alike to groan,-- +The tender for another's pain, + Th' unfeeling for his own. +378 +GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._ + + +=Confession.= + +Come, now again thy woes impart, +Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; +We cannot heal the throbbing heart, +Till we discern the wounds within. +379 +CRABBE: _Hall of Justice,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Confidence.= + + I will believe +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; +And so far will I trust thee. +380 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Conflict.= + + Arms on armor clashing bray'd +Horrible discord, and the madding wheels +Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise +Of conflict. +381 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 209. + + +=Confusion.= + +Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! + Confusion on thy banners wait! +382 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1. + +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, +Confusion worse confounded. +383 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 995. + + +=Congregation.= + +Wherever God erects a house of prayer, +The Devil always builds a chapel there; +And 't will be found, upon examination, +The latter has the largest congregation. +384 +DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1. + + +=Conquest.= + +Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, + They mock the air with idle slate. +385 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1. + + +=Conscience.= + +Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; +And thus the native hue of resolution +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; +And enterprises of great pith and moment, +With this regard their currents torn awry, +And lose the name of action. +386 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +O conscience, into what abyss of fears +And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which +I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd! +387 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 842. + +But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws +So much, as when we call our old debts in +At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, +And find a deuced balance with the devil. +388 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 167. + + +=Consideration.= + +Consideration like an angel came, +And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him. +389 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Consistency.= + +Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man; + He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; +But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-- + He's ben true to _one_ party, an' thet is himself. +390 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. ii. + + +=Consolation.= + +This grief is crowned with consolation. +391 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; +Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; +Raze out the written troubles of the brain; +And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, +Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, +Which weighs upon the heart? +392 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Conspiracy.= + +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed +Than executed. +393 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Constancy.= + +I am constant as the northern star, +Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality +There is no fellow in the firmament. +394 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Alas! they had been friends in youth; +But whispering tongues can poison truth, +And constancy lives in realms above. +395 +COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Consummation.= + + To die: to sleep: +No more; and by a sleep to say we end +The heartache and the thousand natural shocks +That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation +Devoutly to be wish'd. +396 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Contemplation.= + +For contemplation he and valor form'd, +For softness she and sweet attractive grace. +397 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297. + + +=Contempt.= + + From no one vice exempt, +And most contemptible to shun contempt. +398 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 194. + + +=Contention.= + + Sons and brothers at a strife! +What is your quarrel? how began it first? +--No quarrel, but a slight contention. +399 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Contentment.= + +He that commends me to mine own content, +Commends me to the thing I cannot get. +400 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +This is the charm, by sages often told, +Converting all it touches into gold: +Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, +Can rear a garden in the desert waste. +401 +HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Clifton Grove,_ Line 139. + + +=Contradiction.= + +Woman's at best a contradiction still. +402 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 270. + + +=Controversy.= + +Great contest follows, and much learned dust +Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, +And truth disclaiming both. +403 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iii., Line 161. + + +=Conversation.= + +A dearth of words a woman need not fear; +But 't is a task indeed to learn--to hear: +In that the skill of conversation lies; +That shows or makes you both polite and wise. +404 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire v., Line 57. + + +=Converts.= + +More proselytes and converts use t' accrue +To false persuasions than the right and true; +For error and mistake are infinite, +But truth has but one way to be i' th' right. +405 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 113. + + +=Cooks.= + +Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks. +406 +GARRICK: _Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal._ + + +=Coquette.= + +Or light or dark, or short or tall, +She sets a springe to snare them all; +All 's one to her--above her fan +She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. +407 +T.B. ALDRICH: _Coquette._ + + +=Corruption.= + +Corruption is a tree, whose branches are +Of an unmeasurable length: they spread +Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence +Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority. +408 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Hon. Man's For.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + +At length corruption, like a general flood, +(So long by watchful ministers withstood,) +Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on, +Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun. +409 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 135. + + +=Counsel.= + + Bosom up my counsel, +You'll find it wholesome. +410 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, +Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. +411 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 7. + + +=Country.= + +God made the country, and man made the town; +What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts, +That can alone make sweet the bitter draught +That life holds out to all, should most abound, +And least be threatened in the fields and groves? +412 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. i., Line 749. + +True patriots all; for be it understood +We left our country for our country's good. +413 +GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for +the Opening of the Playhouse at New South +Wales, Jan. 16, 1796._ + + +=Courage.= + + What man dare, I dare. +Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, +The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger. +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves +Shall never tremble. +414 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +I dare do all that may become a man: +Who dares do more is none. +415 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + + No thought of flight, +None of retreat, no unbecoming deed +That argued fear; each on himself relied, +As only in his arm the moment lay +Of victory. +416 +MILTON, _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 236. + + +=Court--Courtiers.= + +The caterpillars of the commonwealth, +Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away. +417 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + Not a courtier, +Although they wear their faces to the bent +Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not +Glad at the thing they scowl at. +418 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + A mere court butterfly, +That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. +419 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Courtesy.= + +How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, +Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! +Wholesome as air and genial as the light, +Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,-- +It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, +And gives its owner passport round the globe. +420 +JAMES T. FIELDS: _Courtesy._ + + +=Courtship.= + +Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, +And lay incessant battery to her heart; +Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,-- +These engines can the proudest love convert. +421 +SPENSER: _Amoretti and Epithalamion,_ Sonnet xiv. + +She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; +She is a woman, therefore may be won. +422 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +He that would win his dame must do +As love does when he draws his bow; +With one hand thrust the lady from, +And with the other pull her home. +423 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449. + + +=Covetousness.= + +When workmen strive to do better than well, +They do confound their skill in covetousness. +424 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Cowardice.= + +O, that a mighty man, of such descent, +Of such possessions, and so high esteem, +Should be infused with so foul a spirit! +425 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2. + +Cowards die many times before their deaths; +The valiant never taste of death but once. +426 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The man that lays his hand upon a woman, +Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch +Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. +427 +JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +The coward never on himself relies, +But to an equal for assistance flies. +428 +CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84. + + +=Cowslips.= + +With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, +And every flower that sad embroidery wears. +429 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139. + + +=Coxcombs.= + +So by false learning is good sense defac'd; +Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, +And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools. +430 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25. + +And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. +431 +JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._ + + +=Cradle.= + +Me let the tender office long engage +To rock the cradle of reposing age. +432 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408. + + +=Craftiness.= + +That for ways that are dark +And for tricks that are vain, +The heathen Chinee is peculiar. +433 +BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._ + + +=Creation.= + +Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse +Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- +An awful pause! prophetic of her end. +434 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23. + + +=Credit.= + +Bless paper credit! last and best supply! +That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. +435 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39. + + +=Creed.= + +Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side +In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? +Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, +If he kneel not before the same altar with me? +436 +MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._ + + +=Crime.= + +Between the acting of a dreadful thing +And the first motion, all the interim is +Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. +437 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + One murder made a villain, +Millions a hero. Princes were privileged +To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. +438 +BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154. + + +=Criticism--Critics.= + +I am nothing if not critical. +439 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Critics I saw, that other names deface, +And fix their own, with labor, in their place. +440 +POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37. + + +=Cromwell.= + +Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, +Not of war only, but detractions rude, +Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, +To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd. +441 +MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._ + + +=Cross.= + + The moon of Mahomet + Arose, and it shall set; +While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, + The cross leads generations on. +442 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221. + + +=Crowd.= + +Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife + Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray. +443 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19. + + +=Crown.= + +Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, +And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. +444 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + What seem'd his head +The likeness of a kingly crown had on. +Satan was now at hand. +445 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666. + + +=Cruelty.= + +A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, +Uncapable of pity, void and empty +From any dram of mercy. +446 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Cupid.= + +Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, +And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. +447 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Cupid is a casuist, +A mystic, and a cabalist,-- +Can your lurking thought surprise, +And interpret your device.... +Heralds high before him run; +He has ushers many a one; +He spreads his welcome where he goes, +And touches all things with his rose. +All things wait for and divine him,-- +How shall I dare to malign him? +448 +EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i. + + +=Cure.= + + 'T is an ill cure +For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. +449 +SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Curfew.= + +The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, + The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, +The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, + And leaves the world to darkness and to me. +450 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1. + + +=Curiosity.= + +I loathe that low vice, curiosity. +451 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23. + + +=Curls.= + +Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- +The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. +452 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684. + + +=Current.= + +We must take the current when it serves, +Or lose our ventures. +453 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Curses.= + + Let this pernicious hour +Stand aye accursed in the calendar. +454 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + But in their stead +Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, +Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. +455 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +It was that fatal and perfidious bark, +Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. +456 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100. + + +=Custom.= + +How use doth breed a habit in a man! +457 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + Custom calls me to 't;-- +What custom wills, in all things should we do 't? +458 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Assume a virtue, if you have it not. +That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, +Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. +459 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4 + + +=Cypress.= + +Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, +The only constant mourner o'er the dead. +460 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286. + + + + +==D.== + + +=Daffadills.= + +Fair daffadills, we weep to see + You haste away so soon: +As yet the early rising sun + Has not attained his noon. +461 +HERRICK: _To Daffadills._ + + +=Dagger.= + +Is this a dagger which I see before me, +The handle toward my hand?... + or art thou but +A dagger of the mind, a false creation, +Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? +462 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1 + + +=Daisy.= + +The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, +She is of such low degree. +463 +HOOD: _Flowers._ + + +=Damnation.= + +And deal damnation round the land. +464 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7. + + +=Damsel.= + +A damsel with a dulcimer +In a vision once I saw. +465 +COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._ + + +=Dancing.= + +Alike all ages: dames of ancient days +Have led their children through the mirthful maze: +And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, +Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. +466 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251. + +Her feet beneath her petticoat, +Like little mice, stole in and out, + As if they feared the light; +But, oh! she dances such a way! +No sun upon an Easter-day + Is half so fine a sight. +467 +SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._ + +Come and trip it as you go +On the light fantastic toe. +468 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33. + +On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! +No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, +To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. +469 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22. + +You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, + Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? +470 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10. + + +=Danger.= + +He that stands upon a slippery place, +Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. +471 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. +472 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, +Nor thought of tender happiness betray. +473 +WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._ + + +=Dante.= + +Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, +Wrote one song--and in my brain I sing it. +474 +ROBERT BROWNING: _One Word More,_ xvii. + + +=Daring.= + +I dare do all that may become a man; +Who dares do more is none. +475 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7 + +The bravest are the tenderest,-- +The loving are the daring. +476 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _The Song of the Camp._ + + +=Darkness.= + +Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief +On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair +It has mantled a world. +477 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4. + +Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, +And universal darkness buries all. +478 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649. + + +=Dart.= + +Th' adorning thee with so much art + Is but a barb'rous skill; +'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, + Too apt before to kill. +479 +ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._ + + +=Daughter.= + +Still harping on my daughter. +480 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! +Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. +481 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._ + + +=Dawn.= + + The morning steals upon the night, +Melting the darkness. +482 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +The day begins to break, and night is fled, +Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. +483 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Clothing the palpable and familiar +With golden exhalations of the dawn. +484 +COLERIDGE: _Death of Wallenstein,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Day, Days.= + +At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, +And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, +When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, +And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. +485 +BEATTIE: _The Hermit._ + +My days are in the yellow leaf; + The flowers and fruits of love are gone; +The worm, the canker, and the grief + Are mine alone! +486 +BYRON: _On my Thirty-sixth Year._ + +One of those heavenly days that cannot die. +487 +WORDSWORTH: _Nutting._ + + +=Death.= + +Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, +It seems to me most strange that men should fear; +Seeing that death, a necessary end, +Will come, when it will come. +488 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Kings and mightiest potentates must die, +For that's the end of human misery. +489 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Death lies on her, like an untimely frost +Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. +490 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. +491 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Behind her death, +Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet +On his pale horse. +492 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 588. + +Come to the bridal chamber, Death! +Come to the mother's, when she feels, +For the first time, her first-born's breath; +Come when the blessed seals +That close the pestilence are broke, +And crowded cities wail its stroke; +Come in consumption's ghastly form, +The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; +Come when the heart beats high and warm, +With banquet song, and dance, and wine; +And thou art terrible,--the tear, +The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, +And all we know, or dream, or fear +Of agony are thine. +493 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. +494 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 1011. + +To every man upon this earth +Death cometh soon or late. +495 +MACAULAY: _Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,_ xxvii. + +Leaves have their times to fall, +And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, +And stars to set--but all, +Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. +496 +MRS. HEMANS: _Hour of Death._ + +Death is only kind to mortals. +497 +SCHILLER: _Complaint of Ceres,_ St. 4. + +What a strange, delicious amazement is Death, +To be without body and breathe without breath. +498 +EDWIN ARNOLD: _She and He._ + +There is no Death! What seems so is transition; + This life of mortal breath +Is but a suburb of the life elysian, + Whose portal we call death. +499 +LONGFELLOW: _Resignation,_ St. 5. + +Our days begin with trouble here, + Our life is but a span, +And cruel death is always near, + So frail a thing is man. +500 +_From the New England Primer._ + +Death rides on every passing breeze, + He lurks in every flower. +501 +HEBER: _At a Funeral,_ No. i. + +How wonderful is Death! +Death and his brother Sleep. +502 +SHELLEY: _Queen Mab,_ St. i. + +And Death is beautiful as feet of friend +Coming with welcome at our journey's end. +503 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _To George William Curtis._ + +Death in itself is nothing; but we fear +To be we know not what, we know not where. +504 +DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Debt.= + +You say, you nothing owe; and so I say: +He only owes, who something hath to pay. +505 +MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3. + + +=Decay.= + +Before decay's effacing fingers +Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. +506 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68. + +The ruins of himself! now worn away +With age, yet still majestic in decay. +507 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271. + + +=Deceit.= + +Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, +And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice. +508 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +O, what a tangled web we weave, +When first we practise to deceive. +509 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 17 + + +=December.= + +And after him came next the chill December: +Yet he, through merry feasting which he made +And great bonfires, did not the cold remember; +His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad. +510 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41. + + As soon +Seek roses in December, ice in June. +511 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 75. + + +=Decency.= + +Immodest words admit of no defence, +For want of decency is want of sense. +512 +EARL OF ROSCOMMON: _Essay on Translated Verse_; Line 113. + + +=Decision.= + +If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well +It were done quickly. +513 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + +Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, +In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; +Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, +Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; +And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. +514 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis._ + + +=Deeds.= + + And with necessity, +The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. +515 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 393. + + Oh! 't is easy +To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them-- +The threading in cold blood each mean detail, +And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance-- +There lies the self-denial. +516 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Deep.= + +Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies, +Methinks her patient sons before me stand, +Where the broad ocean leans against the land. +517 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 282. + + +=Defeat.= + + Such a numerous host +Fled not in silence through the frighted deep, +With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, +Confusion worse confounded. +518 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 993. + + +=Defect.= + +So may a glory from defect arise. +519 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Deaf and Dumb._ + + +=Defence.= + +What boots it at one gate to make defence, +And at another to let in the foe? +520 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 560. + + +=Defiance.= + +I do defy him, and I spit at him; +Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: +Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; +And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot, +Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps. +521 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Deity.= + +Hail, source of being! universal soul +Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail! +To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts +Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, +Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd. +522 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 556. + + +=Dejection.= + +As high as we have mounted in delight, +In our dejection do we sink as low. +523 +WORDSWORTH: _Resolution and Independence,_ St. 4. + + +=Delay.= + +Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. +524 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer; +Next day the fatal precedent will plead; +Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. +525 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 390. + + +=Deliberation.= + + Deep on his front engraven, +Deliberation sat, and public care. +526 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300. + + +=Delight.= + +She was a phantom of delight +When first she gleamed upon my sight, +A lovely apparition, sent +To be a moment's ornament. +527 +WORDSWORTH: _She was a Phantom of Delight._ + + +=Delusion.= + + For love of grace, +Lay not that flattering unction to your soul +That not your trespass but my madness speaks: +It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. +Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, +Infects unseen. +528 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Denmark.= + +Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. +529 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Deportment.= + +What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, +Unless deportment gives them decent grace? +Blest with all other requisites to please, +Some want the striking elegance of ease; +The curious eye their awkward movement tires; +They seem like puppets led about by wires. +530 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741. + + +=Depravity.= + +God's love seemed lost upon him. +531 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._ + + +=Depression.= + +All day the darkness and the cold + Upon my heart have lain, +Like shadows on the winter sky, + Like frost upon the pane. +532 +WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._ + + +=Desert.= + +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, +Or in the wide desert where no life is found. +533 +HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._ + +The keenest pangs the wretched find + Are rapture to the dreary void, +The leafless desert of the mind, + The waste of feelings unemployed. +534 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957. + + +=Desire (Love).= + +It liveth not in fierce desire, + With dead desire it doth not die. +535 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13. + + +=Desolation.= + +Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate. +Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, +Yet with itself every soul standeth single, +Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan; +Holding and having its brief exultation; +Making its lonesome and low lamentation; +Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. +536 +ALICE CARY: _Life._ + + +=Despair.= + +Despair defies even despotism; there is +That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts +With levell'd spears. +537 +BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + Then black despair, +The shadow of a starless night, was thrown +Over the world in which I moved alone. +538 +SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6 + + The strongest and the fiercest spirit +That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. +539 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44. + + +=Destiny.= + + That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight-- +Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright +Its destiny sometimes. +540 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16. + +Where'er she lie, +Locked up from mortal eye, +In shady leaves of destiny. +541 +RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._ + + +=Determination.= + +I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, +And bid me hold my peace. +542 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Detraction.= + +Happy are they that hear their detractions, +And can put them to mending. +543 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; +At every word a reputation dies. +544 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 15. + + +=Devil.= + + 'T is the eye of childhood +That fears a painted devil. +545 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; +The devil was well, the devil a saint was he. +546 +RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv. + + +=Devotion.= + +As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean +Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, +So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion +Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. +517 +MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._ + + +=Dew.= + +What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, +Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? +548 +BEN JONSON: _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._ + + +=Dial.= + +True as the dial to the sun, +Although it be not shin'd upon. +549 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175. + + +=Difficulty.= + +It is as hard to come, as for a camel +To thread the postern of a needle's eye. +550 +SHAKS: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Dignity.= + +Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, +In every gesture dignity and love. +551 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 488. + + +=Digression.= + +And there began a lang digression +About the lords o' the creation. +552 +BURNS: _The Twa Dogs._ + + +=Dinner.= + +Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. +553 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 99. + + +=Disappointment.= + +Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, +Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd! +554 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._ + + +=Discord.= + +Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay. +555 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15. + +From hence, let fierce contending nations know +What dire effects from civil discord flow. +556 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + +=Discourse.= + +Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, +Looking before and after, gave us not +That capability and godlike reason +To fust in us unused. +557 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + + +=Discretion.= + +Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, +Not to outsport discretion. +558 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +It shewed discretion, the best part of valor. +559 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King and No King,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Diseases.= + + Diseases, desperate grown, +By desperate appliance are reliev'd, +Or not at all. +560 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Disguise.= + +'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise; +It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength. +561 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night viii., Line 372. + + +=Dislike.= + +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, +The reason why I cannot tell; +But this alone I know full well, +I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. +562 +TOM BROWN: _Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,_ 33. + + +=Disobedience.= + +Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit +Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste +Brought death into the world, and all our woe. +563 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + + +=Disorder.= + +You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, +With most admir'd disorder. +564 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Disposition.= + +He is of a very melancholy disposition. +565 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Dispute.= + +'T is strange how some men's tempers suit, +Like bawd and brandy, with dispute, +That for their own opinions stand fast, +Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd. +566 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1. + + +=Dissension.= + +Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, +That no dissension hinder government. +567 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 6. + + +=Dissimulation.= + + Away and mock the time with fairest show; +False face must hide what the false heart doth know. +568 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7. + + +=Dissolution.= + + Like the baseless fabric of this vision, +The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, +The solemn temples, the great globe itself, +Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; +And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, +Leave not a rack behind. +569 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Distance.= + +'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, +And robes the mountain in its azure hue. +570 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 7. + + Sweetest melodies +Are those that are by distance made more sweet. +571 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk,_ St. 2. + + +=Distrust.= + +The saddest thing that can befall a soul +Is when it loses faith in God and woman. +572 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 12. + + +=Divinity.= + +There's a divinity that shapes our ends, +Rough-hew them how we will. +573 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Doctrine.= + +And prove their doctrine orthodox, +By apostolic blows and knocks. +574 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205. + + +=Dogs.= + +Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; +As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, +Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept +All by the name of dogs. +575 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Dominion.= + +Here we may reign secure, and in my choice +To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: +Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. +576 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 261. + + +=Doom.= + +What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? +577 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Doubt.= + + Modest doubt is call'd +The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches +To the bottom of the worst. +578 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + Our doubts are traitors, +And make us lose the good we oft might win, +By fearing to attempt. +579 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Drama.= + +The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, +For we that live to please, must please to live. +580 +DR. JOHNSON: _Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre._ + + +=Dreams.= + + I talk of dreams +Which are the children of an idle brain, +Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; +Which is as thin of substance as the air; +And more inconstant than the wind. +581 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Dreams in their development have breath, +And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. +582 +BYRON: _Dream,_ St. 1. + +Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, +Unnatural and full of contradictions; +Yet others of our most romantic schemes +Are something more than fictions. +583 +HOOD: _The Haunted House._ + +Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. +584 +TENNYSON: _The Two Voices,_ St. cxxvii. + + +=Dress.= + +Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; +In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. +585 +LADY M.W. MONTAGU: _A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._ + +We sacrifice to dress, till household joys +And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, +And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires, +And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, +Where peace and hospitality might reign. +586 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 614. + + +=Drink--Drinking--Drunkenness.= + +Oh, that men should put an enemy in +Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we +Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, +Transform ourselves into beasts! +587 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, + +Give him strong drink until he wink, +That's sinking in despair; +An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, +That's prest wi' grief an' care, +There let him house and deep carouse, +Wi' bumpers flowing o'er, +Till he forgets his loves or debts, +An' minds his griefs no more. +588 +BURNS: _Scotch Drink._ + + +=Dryden.= + +Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join +The varying verse, the full resounding line, +The long majestic march, and energy divine. +589 +POPE: Satire v., Line 267. + + +=Duelling.= + +Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, +Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; +Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, +Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest. +590 +DR. JOHNSON: _London._ + + +=Dunce.= + +How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, +Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. +591 +COWPER: _Prog. of Error,_ Line 415. + + +=Dungeon.= + +Dweller in yon dungeon dark, +Hangman of creation, mark! +592 +BURNS: _Ode on Mrs. Oswald._ + + +=Duty.= + +Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! +O Duty! if that name thou love +Who art a light to guide, a rod +To check the erring, and reprove; +Thou, who art victory and law +When empty terrors overawe; +From vain temptations dost set free; +And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! +593 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + + + +==E.== + + +=Eagle.= + +So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, +No more through rolling clouds to soar again, +View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, +And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. +594 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 826. + + +=Ear.= + +Where more is meant than meets the ear. +595 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 120. + + +=Earth.= + +The earth doth like a snake renew +Her winter weeds outworn. +596 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 1060. + +Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, +Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe +That all was lost. +597 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 782. + +Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. +598 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Maid's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Earth with her thousand voices praises God. +599 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Ease.= + + Ease would recant +Vows made in pain, as violent and void. +600 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 96. + + +=East.= + + An hour before the worshipp'd sun +Peered forth the golden window of the east. +601 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Easter.= + +Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise + Without delays, +Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise + With Him mayst rise: +That, as His death calcined thee to dust, +His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just. +602 +HERBERT: _The Church._ _Easter._ + + +=Eating.= + +Unquiet meals make ill digestions. +603 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Some hae meat and canna eat, + And some would eat that want it; +But we hae meat, and we can eat, + Sae let the Lord be thankit. +604 +BURNS: _Grace before Meat._ + + +=Echo.= + +Echo waits with art and care +And will the faults of song repair. +605 +EMERSON: _May-Day,_ Line 439. + +O love, they die, in yon rich sky, +They faint on hill or field or river: +Our echoes roll from soul to soul, +And grow for ever and for ever. +606 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., _Song._ + + +=Eclipse.= + + The sun, ... +In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds +On half the nations, and with fear of change +Perplexes monarchs. +607 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 597. + + +=Eden.= + +They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, +Through Eden took their solitary way. +608 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xii., Line 645. + + +=Education.= + +'Tis education forms the common mind; +Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. +609 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 149. + + +=Eloquence.= + + His tongue +Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear +The better reason, to perplex and dash +Maturest counsels. +610 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 113. + + +=Emerson.= + +There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, +Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on. +611 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _A Fable for Critics._ + + +=Eminence.= + +He who ascends to mountain tops shall find +The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow; +He who surpasses or subdues mankind, +Must look down on the hate of those below. +612 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45. + + +=Empire.= + +Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, + Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. +613 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 12. + + +=End.= + +Life's but a means unto an end; that end +Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God. +614 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _A Country Town._ + + +=Endurance.= + +'Tis not now who's stout and bold? +But who bears hunger best, and cold? +And he's approv'd the most deserving, +Who longest can hold out at starving. +615 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353. + + +=England.= + +O England!--model to thy inward greatness, +Like little body with a mighty heart,-- +What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do, +Were all thy children kind and natural! +616 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., _Chorus._ + + +=Enmity.= + +'Tis death to me to be at enmity; +I hate it, and desire all good men's love. +617 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Ensign.= + +Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! + Long has it waved on high, +And many an eye has danced to see + That banner in the sky. +618 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Old Ironside._ + + +=Enthusiasm.= + + Rash enthusiasm, in good society +Were nothing but a moral inebriety. +619 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., Line 35. + + +=Envy.= + +Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise, +For envy is a kind of praise. +620 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44. + +Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue; +But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. +621 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 266. + +Base envy withers at another's joy, +And hates that excellence it cannot reach. +622 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 284. + + +=Epitaphs.= + +Nobles and heralds, by your leave, +Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, +The son of Adam and of Eve: +Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? +623 +PRIOR: _Ep. Extempore._ + +Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth, + A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, + And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. +624 +GRAY: _Elegy, Epitaph._ + + +=Equality.= + +The trickling rain doth fall +Upon us one and all; +The south wind kisses +The saucy milkmaid's cheek, +The nun's demure and meek, +Nor any misses. +625 +E.C. STEDMAN: _A Madrigal,_ St. 3. + + +=Error.= + + Shall Error in the round of time +Still father Truth? +626 +TENNYSON: _Love and Duty._ + +But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, + And dies among his worshippers. +627 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Battle-Field._ + + +=Eternity.= + + Beyond is all abyss, +Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. +628 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xii., Line 555. + +Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! +629 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Europe.= + +Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. +630 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 184. + + +=Eve.= + +Adam the goodliest man of men since born +His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve. +631 +MILTON: _Par. Lost.,_ Bk. iv., Line 323. + + +=Evening.= + +The day is done, and the darkness + Falls from the wings of Night, +As a feather is wafted downward + From an eagle in his flight. +632 +LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._ + +The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; +The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; +The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep; +And evening's breath, wandering here and there +Over the quivering surface of the stream, +Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. +633 +SHELLEY: _Evening._ + + +=Evil.= + +Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear! +Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost. +Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least +Divided empire with heaven's king I hold. +634 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108. + +Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, +And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, +Leaving it richer for the growth of truth. +635 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Prometheus._ + + +=Example.= + +The evil that men do lives after them, +The good is oft interred with their bones. +636 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + By his life alone, +Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown. +637 +WHITTIER: _The Pennsylvania Pilgrim._ + + +=Excess.= + +To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, +To throw a perfume on the violet, +To smooth the ice, or add another hue +Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light +To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish, +Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. +638 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Exile.= + +Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed, +The modest matron, and the blushing maid, +Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, +To traverse climes beyond the Western main. +639 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 407. + + +=Expectation.= + +'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; +Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. +640 +SUCKLING: _Against Fruition._ + + +=Experience.= + +Experience is by industry achieved, +And perfected by the swift course of time. +641 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent, of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +His head was silver'd o'er with age, +And long experience made him sage. +642 +GAY, _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._ + + +=Extremes.= + +Extremes in nature equal good produce, +Extremes in man concur to general use. +643 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 161. + + +=Eyes.= + +Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, +Having some business, do entreat her eyes +To twinkle in their spheres till they return. +644 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + True eyes +Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise +The sweet soul shining thro' them. +645 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., St. 3. + +There are eyes half defiant, +Half meek and compliant; +Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm +To bring us good or to work us harm, +646 +PHOEBE CARY: _Doves' Eyes._ + +Soul-deep eyes of darkest night. +647 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Californian,_ Pt. iv. + +Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. +648 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxii., St. 1. + +The bright black eye, the melting blue,-- +I cannot choose between the two. +649 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Dilemma._ + +These poor eyes, you called, I ween, +"Sweetest eyes were ever seen." +650 +MRS. BROWNING: _Catarina to Camoens._ + +Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, +And all went merry as a marriage bell. +651 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21. + + + + +==F.== + + +=Fabric.= + +Anon out of the earth a fabric huge +Rose, like an exhalation. +652 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 710. + + +=Face.= + +Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men +May read strange matters. +653 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + The light upon her face +Shines from the windows of another world. +Saints only have such faces. +654 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 6. + +Can't I another's face commend, +And to her virtues be a friend, +But instantly your forehead lowers, +As if _her_ merit lessen'd _yours_? +655 +MOORE: _The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat,_ Fable ix. + +Behind a frowning providence + He hides a shining face. +656 +COWPER: _Light Shining out of Darkness._ + + +=Fair.= + +Fair is foul, and foul is fair. +657 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair +In that she never studied to be fairer +Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, +Her virtues were so rare. +658 +GEORGE CHAPMAN: _All Fools,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Fairies.= + +This is the fairy land; O spite of spites, +We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. +659 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Faith.= + +If faith produce no works, I see +That faith is not a living tree. +660 +HANNAH MORE: _Dan and Jane._ + +Whose faith, has centre everywhere, +Nor cares to fix itself to form. +661 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxiii., St. 1. + +'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower +Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind +Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, +And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. +662 +WORDSWORTH: _Weak is the Will of Man._ + +For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; +His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. +663 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303. + + +=Fall.= + +He that is down, needs fear no fall. +664 +BUNYAN: _The Author's Way of Sending forth his + Second Part of the Pilgrim,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Falsity.= + + As false +As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth; +As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf; +Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son. +665 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Fame.= + +Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, +Live register'd upon our brazen tombs. +666 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, +And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds: +On both his wings, one black, the other white, +Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. +667 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 971. + +What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, +A thing beyond us, even before our death. +668 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 237. + +There was a morning when I longed for fame, + There was a noontide when I passed it by. +There is an evening when I think not shame + Its substance and its being to deny. +669 +JEAN INGELOW: _The Star's Monument,_ St. 81. + +Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb +The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar? +670 +BEATTIE: _Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 1. + +Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name, +See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame! +671 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 281. + + +=Family.= + +Birds in their little nest agree; + And 'tis a shameful sight +When children of one family + Fall out, and chide, and fight. +672 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song xvii. + + +=Famine.= + +Famine is in thy cheeks. +673 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Fancy.= + +Tell me, where is fancy bred; +Or in the heart, or in the head? +How begot, how nourished? +Reply, reply. +It is engendered in the eyes, +With gazing fed: and fancy dies +In the cradle where it lies. +674 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. _Song._ + +She's all my fancy painted her; + She's lovely, she's divine. +675 +WILLIAM MEE: _Alice Gray._ + + +=Farewell.= + +Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights +It strikes two hearts, this word of woe. +Through every joy of life it smites,-- +Why, sometime they will know. +676 +MARY CLEMMER: _Farewell._ + +Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been: +A sound which makes us linger;--yet--farewell! +677 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 186. + + +=Fashion.= + +The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. +678 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Fate.= + +What fates impose, that men must needs abide; +It boots not to resist both wind and tide. +679 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +All human things are subject to decay, +And when fate summons, monarchs must obey. +680 +DRYDEN: _MacFlecknoe,_ Line 1. + +Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed, +So shall they be fulfilled. +681 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Agamemnon._ + +And binding Nature fast in fate, + Left free the human will. +682 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 3. + +For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, +And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man! +688 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. vii., Line 263. + + +=Father.= + +It is a wise father that knows his own child. +684 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Father of all! in every age, + In every clime adored, +By saint, by savage, and by sage, + Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. +685 +POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 1. + + +=Fault--Faults.= + +Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? +686 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. +687 +HERBERT: _The Church Porch._ + +In vain my faults ye quote; +I write as others wrote + On Sunium's hight. +688 +WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _The Last Fruit of an Old Tree,_ Epigram cvi. + + +=Favor.= + + Poor wretches, that depend +On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; +Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve. +Many dream not to find, neither deserve, +And yet are steep'd in favors. +689 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Fawning.= + +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, +Where thrift may follow fawning. +690 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Fear.= + + Why, what should be the fear? +I do not set my life at a pin's fee; +And, for my soul, what can it do to that, +Being a thing immortal as itself? +691 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd. +692 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, +Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power. +693 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 286. + +The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip + To hand the wretch in order; +But where ye feel your honor grip, + Let that aye be your border. +694 +BURNS: _Ep. to a Young Friend._ + + +=Feasting.= + +Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd, +Where all the ruddy family around +Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, +Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. +695 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 17. + + Swinish gluttony +Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, +But with besotted base ingratitude +Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. +696 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776. + + +=February.= + + Come when the rains +Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, +While the slant sun of February pours +Into the bowers a flood of light. +697 +WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._ + + +=Feeling.= + +But spite of all the criticising elves, +Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. +698 +CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 961. + + +=Feet.= + +Like snails did creep her pretty feet + A little out, and then, +As if they played at bo-peep, + Did soon draw in again. +699 +HERRICK: _Aph. Upon Her Feet._ + + +=Fellow.= + +In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, +Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, +Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, +There is no living with thee, nor without thee. +700 +ADDISON: _Spectator._ No. 68. + + +=Female.= + +But who is this, what thing of sea or land,-- +Female of sex it seems. +701 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 710. + + +=Fickleness.= + +Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, +Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! +Vain as the leaf upon the stream, +And fickle as a changeful dream. +702 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10. + + +=Fiction.= + +When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, +Men will believe, because they love the lie; +But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, +Must have some solemn proof to pass her down. +703 +CHURCHILL: _Epis. to Hogarth,_ Line 291. + +And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. +704 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 3. + + +=Fidelity.= + +Master, go on, and I will follow thee +To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. +705 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +To God, thy country, and thy friend be true. +706 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons,_ St. 8. + + +=Fields.= + +Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. +707 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._ + + +=Fiend.= + +Like one that on a lonesome road +Doth walk in fear and dread, +And having once turned round walks on, +And turns no more his head, +Because he knows a frightful fiend +Doth close behind him tread. +708 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. v. + + +=Fighting.= + +I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. +709 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +He who fights and runs away, +May live to fight another day; +But he who is in battle slain +Can never rise and fight again. +710 +GOLDSMITH: _Art of Poetry._ + + +=Fire.= + +From beds of raging fire to starve in ice +Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine, +Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, +Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. +711 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 592. + + +=Firmament.= + + Now glow'd the firmament +With living sapphires. +712 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + +The spacious firmament on high, +With all the blue ethereal sky, +And spangled heavens, a shining frame, +Their great Original proclaim. +713 +ADDISON: _Ode._ + + +=Flag.= + +Flag of the free heart's hope and home! +By angel hands to valor given; +Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, +And all thy hues were born in heaven. +714 +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._ + +The meteor flag of England +Shall yet terrific burn, +Till danger's troubled night depart, +And the star of peace return. +715 +CAMPBELL: _Mariners of England._ + + +=Flame.= + +Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, +Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame. +716 +GRAY: _Prog, of Poesy,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10. + +The flame that lit the battle's wreck + Shone round him o'er the dead. +717 +HEMANS: _Casablanca._ + + +=Flattery.= + +By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy +The tongues of soothers; but a braver place +In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; +Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. +718 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +'Tis an old maxim in the schools, +That flattery 's the food of fools; +Yet, now and then, your men of wit +Will condescend to take a bit. +719 +SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755. + +Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, + Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? +720 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11. + + +=Flea.= + +So, naturalists observe, a flea +Has smaller fleas that on him prey; +And these have smaller still to bite 'em; +And so proceed _ad infinitum._ +721 +SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._ + + +=Flesh.= + +Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, +Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! +722 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Flirtation.= + +Never wedding, ever wooing, +Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, +Read you not the wrong you're doing, +In my cheek's pale hue? +All my life with sorrow strewing, +Wed, or cease to woo. +723 +CAMPBELL: _Maid's Remonstrance._ + + +=Flood.= + + Darest thou, Cassius, now +Leap in with me into this angry flood, +And swim to yonder point? +724 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Flowers.= + + The gentle race of flowers +Are lying in their lowly beds. +725 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Death of the Flowers._ + +Flowers preach to us if we will hear. +726 +CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._ + +In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, +And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; +Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers +On its leaves a mystic language bears. +727 +J.G. PERCIVAL: _Language of the Flowers._ + + +Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost. +728 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Foe.= + +Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, +Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow! +But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, +Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_! +729 +GEORGE CANNING: _New Morality._ + + +=Folly.= + + Fools, to talking ever prone, +Are sure to make their follies known. +730 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44. + +Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, +If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. +731 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 15. + +Where lives the man that has not tried +How mirth can into folly glide, + And folly into sin! +732 +SCOTT: _Bridal of Triermain,_ Canto i., St. 21. + +When lovely woman stoops to folly, + And finds too late that men betray, +What charm can soothe her melancholy? + What art can wash her guilt away? +733 +GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. xxiv. + + +=Fools.= + +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. +734 +BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 6. + + Since call'd +The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. +735 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 495. + +And ever since the Conquest have been fools. +736 +EARL OF ROCHESTER: _Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._ + +For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. +737 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66. + + +=Footprints.= + +Lives of great men all remind us + We can make our lives sublime, +And departing, leave behind us + Footprints on the sands of time. +738 +LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._ + + +=Forbearance.= + +The kindest and the happiest pair +Will find occasion to forbear; +And something, every day they live, +To pity, and perhaps forgive. +739 +COWPER: _Mutual Forbearance._ + + +=Force.= + + Who overcomes +By force, hath overcome but half his foe. +740 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 648. + + +=Forest.= + +Summer or winter, day or night, +The woods are an ever-new delight; +They give us peace, and they make us strong, +Such wonderful balms to them belong: +So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease +Under the trees, under the trees. +741 +R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._ + +This is the forest primeval. +742 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction. + + +=Forgetfulness.= + + Not in entire forgetfulness, + And not in utter nakedness, +But trailing clouds of glory, do we come + From God, who is our home. +743 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._ + +God of our fathers, known of old-- + Lord of our far-flung battle line-- +Beneath whose awful hand we hold + Dominion over palm and pine-- +Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, +Lest we forget--lest we forget. +744 +RUDYARD KIPLING: _Recessional._ + + +=Forgiveness.= + +Good nature and good sense must ever join; +To err is human, to forgive divine. +745 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 324. + +They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. +746 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._ + +Good, to forgive; +Best to forget! +747 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Prologue. + + +=Form.= + +She was a form of life and light +That seen, became a part of sight, +And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, +The morning-star of memory! +748 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1127. + + +=Fortitude.= + +True fortitude is seen in great exploits +That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; +All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction. +749 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Fortune.= + +Will fortune never come with both hands full, +But write her fair words still in foulest letters? +She either gives a stomach, and no food,-- +Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast, +And takes away the stomach,--such are the rich, +That have abundance, and enjoy it not. +750 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Fortune is female: from my youth her favors +Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope +Her former smiles again at this late hour. +751 +BYRON: _Mar. Faliero,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove +An unrelenting foe to love; +And when we meet a mutual heart, +Come in between and bid us part? +752 +THOMSON: _Song._ + + +=Frailty.= + +Frailty, thy name is Woman! +753 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, +Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, +And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings +His soul and body to their lasting rest. +754 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act v., Sc. 7. + + +=France.= + +'Tis better using France, than trusting France; +Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, +Which he hath given for fence impregnable, +And with their helps only defend ourselves; +In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. +755 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Fraternity.= + +There are bonds of all sorts in this world of ours, +Fetters of friendship and ties of flowers, + And true-lovers' knots, I ween; +The girl and the boy are bound by a kiss, +But there 's never a bond, old friend, like this, + We have drunk from the same canteen. +756 +CHARLES G. HALPINE ("MILES O'REILLY"): _The Canteen._ + + +=Freedom.= + +We must be free or die, who speak the tongue +That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold +Which Milton held. +757 +WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc._ + +Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream, +A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, +And wavy tresses gushing from the cap +With which the Roman master crowned his slave +When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, +Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand +Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow, +Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred +With tokens of old wars. +758 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Antiquity of Freedom._ + +My angel,--his name is Freedom,-- +Choose him to be your king; +He shall cut pathways east and west, +And fend you with his wing. +759 +EMERSON: _Boston Hymn._ + +Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun +No strife nor pang beneath the sun, +When human rights are staked and won." +760 +WHITTIER: _The Watchers._ + +When Freedom from her mountain-height + Unfurled her standard to the air, +She tore the azure robe of night, + And set the stars of glory there. +761 +JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._ + + +=Freeman.= + +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. +762 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 733. + + +=Friendship.= + +I count myself in nothing else so happy, +As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends. +763 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, +Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; +But do not dull thy palm with entertainment +Of each new-hatch'd unfledged comrade. +764 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine! +765 +EMERSON: _Forbearance._ + + The friendships of the world are oft +Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure. +766 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd. +767 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xvi., Line 267. + +Officious, innocent, sincere, +Of every friendless name the friend. +768 +DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2. + +Small service is true service while it lasts. +Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: +The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, +Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. +769 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._ + + +=Front.= + +His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd +Absolute rule. +770 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297. + + +=Frost.= + + All the panes are hung with frost, +Wild wizard-work of silver lace. +771 +T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._ + +What miracle of weird transforming +Is this wild work of frost and light, +This glimpse of glory infinite! +772 +WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8 + +But, oh! fell death's untimely frost + That nipt my flower sae early. +773 +BURNS: _Highland Mary._ + + +=Fruit.= + +The ripest fruit first falls. +774 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Fury.= + +Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, +Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. +775 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8. + +Beware the fury of a patient man. +776 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005. + + +=Futurity.= + +The dread of something after death, +The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn +No traveller returns, puzzles the will; +And makes us rather bear those ills we have, +Than fly to others that we know not of. +777 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + O Death, O Beyond, +Thou art sweet, thou art strange! +778 +MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._ + +Ah Christ, that it were possible +For one short hour to see +The souls we loved, that they might tell us +What and where they be. +779 +TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3. + +Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! +Let the dead Past bury its dead! +780 +LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._ + + + + +==G.== + + +=Gain.= + +Remote from cities liv'd a swain, +Unvex'd with all the cares of gain. +781 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._ + + +=Gale.= + +So fades a summer cloud away; + So sinks the gale when storms are o'er. +782 +MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._ + +Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. +783 +BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._ + + +=Gambling.= + +Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more +Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; +Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore. +784 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33. + + +=Garden.= + + A garden, sir, +Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together. +785 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain. +786 +COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v. + + +=Garret.= + +Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. +787 +BYRON: _A Sketch._ + + +=Garrick.= + +Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can, +An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. +As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; +As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; +Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, +The man had his failings--a dupe to his art. +Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, +And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. +On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting: +'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting. +788 +GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93. + + +=Gem.= + +Full many a gem of purest ray serene + The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear. +789 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14. + + +=Genius.= + +Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought. +But genius must be born, and never can be taught. +790 +DRYDEN: _Epis. to Congreve_ Line 59. + +Nor mourn the unalterable Days +That Genius goes and Folly Stays. +791 +EMERSON: _In Memoriam._ + + +=Gentleman.= + + We are gentlemen, +That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, +Envy the great, nor do the low despise. +792 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +When Adam dolve, and Eve span, +Who was then the gentleman? +793 +_Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion._ + + +=Gentleness.= + +What would you have? Your gentleness shall force +More than your force move us to gentleness. +794 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Ghosts.= + +Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! +Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; +Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, +Which thou dost glare with! +795 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + Many ghosts, and forms of fright, +Have started from their graves to-night; +They have driven sleep from mine eyes away. +796 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iv. + +Some say no evil thing that walks by night, +In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, +Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost +That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, +No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, +Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. +797 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 432. + + +=Gifts.= + +She prizes not such trifles as these are: +The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd +Up in my heart; which I have given already, +But not deliver'd. +798 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Saints themselves will sometimes be, +Of gifts that cost them nothing, free. +799 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495. + + +=Girdle.= + +I'll put a girdle round about the earth +In forty minutes. +800 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii, Sc. 1. + + +=Gloaming.= + +Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still, +When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, +The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, +The reek o' the cot hung over the plain-- +Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; +When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, +Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame! +801 +JAMES HOGG: _Kilmeny._ + + +=Gloom.= + +Where glowing embers through the room +Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. +802 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 79. + + +=Glory.= + +Glory is like a circle in the water, +Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, +Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. +803 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + His form had yet not lost +All her original brightness, nor appear'd +Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess +Of glory obscur'd. +804 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591. + +Go where glory waits thee! +But while fame elates thee, + Oh, still remember me! +805 +MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._ + + The sunshine is a glorious birth; + But yet I know, where'er I go, +That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. +806 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2. + +Ye sons of France, awake to glory! + Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! +Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, + Behold their tears and hear their cries! +807 +JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._ + + +=Glow-worm.= + +The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, +And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. +808 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Gluttony.= + + Swinish gluttony +Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, +But with besotted, base ingratitude +Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. +809 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776. + + +=God.= + +'T is heaven alone that is given away, +'T is only God may be had for the asking. +810 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Vision of Sir Launfal._ + +All are but parts of one stupendous whole, +Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. +811 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 267. + +Thou art, O God, the life and light +Of all this wondrous world we see; +Its glow by day, its smile by night, +Are but reflections caught from Thee: +Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, +And all things fair and bright are Thine. +812 +MOORE: _Thou Art, O God._ + +And they were canopied by the blue sky, +So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful +That God alone was to be seen in heaven. +813 +BYRON: _The Dream,_ St. 4. + +The conscious water saw its God and blushed. +814 +RICHARD CRASHAW: _Epigram._ + +From Thee, great God, we spring, to Thee we tend,-- +Path, motive, guide, original, and end. +815 +DR. JOHNSON: _Motto to the Rambler,_ No. 7. + + +=Gods.= + +The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices +Make instruments to plague us. +816 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Heartily know, +When half-gods go, +The gods arrive. +817 +EMERSON: _Give All to Love._ + + +=Gold.= + + Gold; worse poison to men's souls, +Doing more murther in this loathsome world, +Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. +818 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake +The fool throws up his interest in both worlds; +First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come. +819 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 347. + +So dear a life your arms enfold, +Whose crying is a cry for gold. +820 +TENNYSON: _The Daisy,_ St. 24. + + +=Goodness.= + + May he live +Longer than I have time to tell his years! +Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! +And, when old Time shall lead him to his end, +Goodness and he fill up one monument! +821 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Oh, sir! the good die first, +And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust, +Burn to the socket. +822 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i., Line 504. + +Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; +Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: +And so make life, death, and that vast forever +One grand, sweet song. +823 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _A Farewell._ + + +=Good Night.= + + At once, good night:-- +Stand not upon the order of your going, +But go at once. +824 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, +That I shall say good night, till it be morrow. +825 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +To all, to each, a fair good night, +And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. +826 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., L'Envoy. + + +=Government.= + +'T is government that makes them seem divine. +827 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act 1., Sc. 4. + + Each petty hand +Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will +Govern and carry her to her ends, must know +His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails; +What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; +Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop 'em; +What strands, what shelves, what rooks do threaten her. +828 +BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +For forms of government let fools contest, +Whate'er is best administer'd is best. +829 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303. + + +=Grace.= + +When once our grace we have forgot, +Nothing goes right. +830 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, +And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. +831 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 152. + + +=Grandeur.= + +Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile + The short and simple annals of the poor. +832 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 8. + + +=Gratitude.= + +The still small voice of gratitude. +833 +GRAY: _Ode for Music, Chorus,_ V., Line 8. + +I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds +With coldness still returning; +Alas! the gratitude of men +Hath oftener left me mourning. +834 +WORDSWORTH: _Simon Lee._ + + +=Grave.= + +One destin'd period men in common have, +The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, +All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. +835 +LANSDOWNE: _On Death._ + + The grave, dread thing! +Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, +Shakes off her wonted firmness. +836 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 9. + +Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, +Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, +With here and there a violet bestrewn, +Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; +And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! +837 +BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. ii., St. 17. + + +=Greatness.= + +I have touched the highest point of all my greatness. +838 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Rightly to be great, +Is, not to stir without great argument, +But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, +When honor's at the stake. +839 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; +Strong natures give the weaker home and rest. +840 +LUCY LARCOM: _Sonnet, The Presence._ + + +=Greece.= + +Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! +Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! +841 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 73. + +Such is the aspect of this shore; +'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! +So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, +We start, for soul is wanting there. +842 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 90. + +The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! +Where burning Sappho loved and sung. +843 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1. + + +=Greeks.= + +When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. +844 +NATHANIEL LEE: _Alex. the Great,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Grief.= + +My grief lies onward and my joy behind. +845 +SHAKS.: _Sonnet 50._ + +What's gone, and what's past help, +Should be past grief. +846 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +What need a man forestall his date of grief, +And run to meet what he would most avoid? +847 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 362. + +O brothers! let us leave the shame and sin +Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, +The holy name of GRIEF!--holy herein, +That, by the grief of ONE, came all our good. +848 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Exaggeration._ + +In all the silent manliness of grief. +849 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 384. + + +=Ground.= + +Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground. +850 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold._ Canto ii., St. 88. + + +=Groves.= + +The groves were God's first temples. +851 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Forest Hymn._ + +In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, +Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; +With such old counsellors they did advise. +And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. +852 +WALLER: _On St. James's Park._ + + +=Grudge.= + +If I can catch him once upon the hip, +I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. +853 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act 1., Sc. 3. + + +=Guests.= + + Unbidden guests +Are often welcomest when they are gone. +854 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best, +Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. +855 +POPE: Satire ii., Line 159. + + +=Guilt.= + +So full of artless jealousy is guilt, +It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. +856 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5. + +How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast, +Intimidates the brave, degrades the great! +857 +DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act iv., Sc. 8. + + + + +==H.== + + +=Habit.= + +Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, +As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. +858 +DRYDEN: _Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Bk. xv., Line 155. + +Small habits well pursued betimes +May reach the dignity of crimes. +859 +HANNAH MORE: _Floris,_ Pt. i., Line 85. + + +=Hair.= + +She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, +Can draw you to her with a single hair. +860 +DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246. + +Golden hair, like sunlight streaming +On the marble of her shoulder. +861 +J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3. + + When you see fair hair +Be pitiful. +862 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4. + +Loose his beard, and hoary hair +Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. +863 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2. + + +=Halter.= + +No man e'er felt the halter draw, +With good opinion of the law. +864 +JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489. + + +=Hand.= + + Let my hand-- +This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend! +Hand in hand with you. +865 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5. + + 'T was a hand +White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland. +The hand of a woman is often, in youth, +Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth; +Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, +Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm? +866 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13. + + +=Happiness.= + +And there is even a happiness +That makes the heart afraid. +867 +HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._ + +Happiness depends, as Nature shows, +Less on exterior things than most suppose. +868 +COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246. + +O happiness! our being's end and aim! +Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: +That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, +For which we bear to live, or dare to die. +869 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1. + + +=Harmony.= + + Soft stillness and the night +Become the touches of sweet harmony. +870 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +From harmony, from heavenly harmony, + This universal frame began: + From harmony to harmony +Through all the compass of the notes it ran, +The diapason closing full in Man. +871 +DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11. + + +=Harp.= + +The harp that once through Tara's halls + The soul of music shed, +Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls + As if that soul were fled. +872 +MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._ + + +=Haste.= + +Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. +873 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Running together all about, +The servants put each other out, +Till the grave master had decreed, +The more haste, ever the worst speed. +874 +CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159. + + +=Hat.= + +So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, +While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. +875 +JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._ + + +=Hatred.= + +To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, +When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. +876 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Never can true reconcilement grow +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. +877 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98. + +There was a laughing devil in his sneer, +That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear; +And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, +Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell! +878 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9. + +He who surpasses or subdues mankind +Must look down on the hate of those below. +879 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45. + + +=Hawthorn.= + +And every shepherd tells his tale +Under the hawthorn in the dale. +880 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 67. + + +=Head.= + +Oh good gray head which all men knew! +881 +TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4. + +The tall, the wise, the reverend head +Must lie as low as ours. +882 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 63. + + +=Health.= + +Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power, +Can give the heart a cheerful hour +When health is lost. Be timely wise; +With health all taste of pleasure flies. +883 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 31. + +Better to hunt in fields for health unbought +Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. +884 +DRYDEN: _Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,_ Line 92. + + +=Heart.= + +A merry heart goes all the day, +Your sad tires in a mile-a. +885 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +With every pleasing, every prudent part, +Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart. +886 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 159. + +Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle, +Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. +887 +MRS. BROWNING: _Lady Geraldine's Courtship,_ xli. + +The heart bowed down by weight of woe +To weakest hope will cling. +888 +ALFRED BUNN: _Song._ + + Here the heart +May give a useful lesson to the head. +And Learning wiser grow without his books. +889 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 85. + +But on and up, where Nature's heart + Beats strong amid the hills. +890 +RICHARD M. MILNES: _Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,_ St. 2. + + +=Heaven.= + +Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge +That no king can corrupt. +891 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Heaven +Is as the Book of God before thee set, +Wherein to read his wondrous works. +892 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 66. + +Some feelings are to mortals given +With less of earth in them than heaven. +893 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto ii., St. 22. + + +=Hell.= + +'Tis now the very witching time of night, +When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out +Contagion to this world. +894 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, +As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames +No light; but rather darkness visible +Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, +Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes +That comes to all, but torture without end. +895 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 61. + + Hell +Grew darker at their frown. +896 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 719. + +To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, +Who never mentions hell to ears polite. +897 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 149. + +In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. +898 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 20. + +Hell is a city much like London-- +A populous and a smoky city; +There are all sorts of people undone, +And there is little or no fun done; +Small justice shown, and still less pity. +899 +SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third,_ Pt. iii. + + +=Heritage.= + +I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. +900 +TENNYSON: _Loksley Hall,_ Line 178. + +Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! +901 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 50. + + +=Heroes.= + +Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, +From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. +902 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 219. + +Whoe'er excels in what we prize, +Appears a hero in our eyes. +903 +SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 729. + +To the hero, when his sword +Has won the battle for the free +Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word; +And in its hollow tones are heard +The thanks of millions yet to be! +904 +HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. +905 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xv., Line 157. + + +=Hills.= + + The hills, +Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. +906 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._ + +I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, +And the larch has hung his tassels forth. +907 +HEMANS: _The Voice of Spring._ + + +=History.= + +History, with all her volumes vast, +Hath but one page. +908 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv.; St. 108. + + +=Holiday.= + +If all the year were playing holidays, +To sport would be as tedious as to work; +But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, +And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. +909 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +There were his young barbarians all at play; +There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, +Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday! +910 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 141. + + +=Holiness.= + +Whoso lives the holiest life +Is fittest far to die. +911 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Ready._ + + +=Homage.= + +When I am dead, no pageant train + Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, +Nor worthless pomp of homage vain + Stain it with hypocritic tear. +912 +EDWARD EVERETT: _Alaric the Visigoth_ + + +=Home.= + + Home is the resort +Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, +Supporting and supported, polish'd friends +And dear relations mingle into bliss. +913 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 65. + +This fond attachment to the well-known place +Whence first we started into life's long race, +Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, +We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day. +914 +COWPER: _Tirocinium,_ Line 314. + +This be the verse you grave for me: +Here he lies where he longed to be; +Home is the sailor, home from sea, +And the hunter home from the hill. +915 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Requiem._ + +'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, +Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home. +916 +J. HOWARD PAYNE: _Home, Sweet Home._ + +Type of the wise who soar but never roam, +True to the kindred points of heaven and home. +917 +WORDSWORTH: _To a Skylark._ + + +=Homer.= + +Read Homer once, and you can read no more, +For all books else appear so mean, so poor; +Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read, +And Homer will be all the books you need. +918 +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry_ + +Oft of one wide expanse had I been told + That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, + Yet did I never breathe its pure serene +Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold. +919 +KEATS: _On first looking into Chapman's Homer._ + +Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; +Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. +920 +THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._ + + +=Honesty.= + +An honest man he is, and hates the slime +That sticks on filthy deeds. +921 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; +An honest man's the noblest work of God. +922 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 247. + + +=Honor.= + + Too much honor: +O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen, +Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. +923 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Honor travels in a strait so narrow, +Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path. +924 +SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, +That draws in raw and unexperienced men +To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. +925 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5. + +Honor and shame from no condition rise; +Act well your part, there all the honor lies. +926 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193. + +His honor rooted in dishonor stood, +And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. +927 +TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884. + +There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, +To bless the turf that wraps their clay. +928 +WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._ + + +=Hood.= + +A page of Hood may do a fellow good +After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin. +929 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _How Not to Settle It._ + + +=Hope.= + +True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings; +Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. +930 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear, +Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost. +931 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108. + +Hope springs eternal in the human breast; +Man never is, but always to be blest. +932 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 95. + +Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow +Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe. +933 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 45. + +Thus heavenly hope is all serene, + But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, +Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, + As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. +934 +HEBER: _On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._ + + Where peace +And rest can never dwell, hope never comes +That comes to all. +935 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 65. + + "All hope abandon, ye who enter in!" +These words in sombre color I beheld + Written upon the summit of a gate. +936 +DANTE: _Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,_ Canto iii., Line 9. + + +=Horn.= + +Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, +Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. +937 +WORDSWORTH: _Miscellaneous Sonnets,_ Pt. i., xxxiii. + + +=Horror.= + + My fell of hair +Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir +As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. +938 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +On horror's head horrors accumulate. +939 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Horse.= + +A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! +940 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Hospitality.= + +My master is of churlish disposition, +And little recks to find the way to heaven +By doing deeds of hospitality. +941 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted. +942 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iv., Line 15. + + +=Host.= + +The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, +Is in the common mass of matter lost. +943 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. iv., Line 397. + + +=Hour.= + +Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. +944 +EMERSON: _Quatrains, Nature._ + +Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; + Improve each moment as it flies! +Life's a short summer, man a flower; + He dies--alas! how soon he dies! +945 +DR. JOHNSON: _Winter, An Ode._ + + +=House.= + +For there's nae luck about the house, + There's nae luck at a'; +There 's little pleasure in the house + When our gudeman 's awa'. +946 +WILLIAM J. MICKLE: _Manner's Wife._ + + +=Humanity.= + + But hearing oftentimes +The still, sad music of humanity. +947 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + +O suffering, sad humanity! +O ye afflicted ones, who lie +Steeped to the lips in misery, +Longing, yet afraid to die, +Patient, though sorely tried! +948 +LONGFELLOW: _Goblet of Life._ + + +=Humility.= + +Give me the lowest place: or if for me +That lowest place too high, make one more low +Where I may sit and see +My God and love Thee so. +949 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _The Lowest Place._ + + +=Hunger.= + +The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, +And wretches hang that jurymen may dine. +950 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 21. + +Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. +951 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 393. + + +=Hunting.= + +The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn, +Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn. +The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds, +They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds. +952 +GAY: _Rural Sports,_ Canto ii., Line 96. + + +=Husband.= + +As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, +And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. +953 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 24. + +Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet +To think how monie counsels sweet, +How monie lengthened sage advices, +The husband frae the wife despises. +954 +BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._ + + +=Hypocrisy.= + + This outward-sainted deputy,-- +Whose settled visage and deliberate word +Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew +As falcon doth the fowl,--is yet a devil. +955 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Neither man nor angel can discern +Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks +Invisible, except to God alone, +By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth. +956 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 682. + +The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood +In naked ugliness. He was a man +Who stole the livery of the court of heaven +To serve the devil in. +957 +POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Pt. viii., Line 615. + + + + +==I.== + + +=Ice.= + +Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; +Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, +Frozen by distance. +958 +WORDSWORTH: _Address to Kilchurn Castle._ + + +=Idea.= + +Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, +To teach the young idea how to shoot. +959 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1149. + + +=Idleness.= + +Absence of occupation is not rest, +A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. +960 +COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 623. + + +=Ignorance.= + + Ignorance is the curse of God, +Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. +961 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +From ignorance our comfort flows, +The only wretched are the wise. +962 +PRIOR: _To Hon. C. Montague._ + + Where ignorance is bliss +'Tis folly to be wise. +963 +GRAY: _Ode on Eton College._ + + +=Ills.= + +Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, +O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. +964 +BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._ + +There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,-- +Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. +965 +DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 159. + + +=Imagination.= + +The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, +Are of imagination all compact. +966 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Imagination is the air of mind. +967 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._ + +But thou that didst appear so fair + To fond imagination, +Dost rival in the light of day + Her delicate creation. +968 +WORDSWORTH: _Yarrow Visited._ + + +=Immortality.= + +It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!-- +Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, +This longing after immortality? +969 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Where music dwells +Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, +Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof +That they were born for immortality. +970 +WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii. + + +=Impossibility.= + +And what's impossible can't be, +And never, never comes to pass. +971 +COLMAN, JR.: _Maid of the Moor._ + + +=Impudence.= + +For he that has but impudence, +To all things has a fair pretence; +And, put among his wants but shame, +To all the world may lay his claim. +972 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 17. + + +=Inconstancy.= + +Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; +Men were deceivers ever; +One foot in sea, and one on shore; +To one thing constant never. +973 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, _Song._ + +There are three things a wise man will not trust-- +The wind, the sunshine of an April day, +And woman's plighted faith. +974 +SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _Caradoc and Senena,_ Line 51. + + +=Independence.= + +Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; +Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, +Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, +Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. +975 +SMOLLETT: _Ode to Independence._ + +Let independence be our boast, +Ever mindful what it cost; +Ever grateful for the prize, +Let its altar reach the skies! +976 +JOSEPH HOPKINSON: _Hail, Columbia!_ + + +=Indifference.= + +What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba. +977 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim; +What's he to me, or I to him? +978 +CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 215. + + +=Infancy.= + +Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, +Death came with friendly care; +The opening bud to heav'n convey'd, +And bade it blossom there. +979 +COLERIDGE: _Epitaph on an Infant._ + + +=Infidelity.= + + If man loses all, when life is lost, +He lives a coward, or a fool expires. +A daring infidel (and such there are, +From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, +Or pure heroical defect of thought,) +Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain. +980 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vii., Line 199. + + +=Influence.= + + No life +Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, +And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. +981 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40. + + Ladies, whose bright eyes +Rain influence, and judge the prize. +982 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 121. + + +=Ingratitude.= + +I hate ingratitude more in a man +Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, +Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption +Inhabits our frail blood. +983 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, +More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, +Than the sea-monster! +984 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is +To have a thankless child. +985 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Inhumanity.= + +Man's inhumanity to man +Makes countless thousands mourn. +986 +BURNS: _Man was Made to Mourn._ + + +=Inn.= + +Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, +Where'er his stages may have been, +May sigh to think he still has found, +The warmest welcome at an inn. +987 +SHENSTONE: _Lines on Window of Inn at Henley._ + + +=Innocence.= + +The silence often of pure innocence +Persuades, when speaking fails. +988 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, +And glides in modest innocence away. +989 +DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 293. + + +=Instinct.= + +Then vainly the philosopher avers +That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs. +How can we justly different causes frame, +When the effects entirely are the same? +Instinct and reason how can we divide? +'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride. +990 +PRIOR: _Solomon on the V-of the World,_ Bk. i., Line 231. + + +=Invention.= + +Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he +To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, +Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought +Impossible! +991 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 498. + + +=Iron.= + +Ay me! what perils do environ +The man that meddles with cold iron! +992 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Canto iii., Line 1. + + +=Isle, Isles.= + +Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. +993 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Pippa Passes,_ Pt. ii. + + The sprinkled isles, +Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. +994 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Cleon._ + + +=Italy.= + +Italia! O Italia! thou who hast +The fatal gift of beauty, which became +A funeral dower of present woes and past, +On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, +And annals graved in characters of flame. +995 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 4. + +Italy, my Italy! +Queen Mary's saying serves for me + (When fortune's malice + Lost her Calais): +"Open my heart, and you will see +Graved inside of it 'Italy.'" +996 +ROBERT BROWNING: _De Gustibus,_ ii. + + +=Ivy.= + +Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, + That creepeth o'er ruins old! +Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, + In his cell so lone and cold. +Creeping where no life is seen, +A rare old plant is the ivy green. +997 +DICKENS: _Pickwick Papers,_ Ch. 6. + + + + +==J.== + + +=January.= + +Then came old January, wrapped well + In many weeds to keep the cold away; +Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, + And blow his nails to warm them if he may. +998 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42. + + +=Jealousy.= + + O beware, my lord, of jealousy; +It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock +The meat it feeds on. +999 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + No true love there can be without +Its dread penalty--jealousy. +1000 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24 + + Nor jealousy +Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. +1001 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449. + + +=Jest.= + +A jest's prosperity lies in the ear +Of him that hears it, never in the tongue +Of him that makes it. +1002 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, +Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. +1003 +DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 166. + + +=Jewel.= + +It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night +Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. +1004 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Joke.= + +A college joke to cure the dumps. +1005 +SWIFT: _Cassinus and Peter._ + + +=Joy.= + + Capacity for joy +Admits temptation. +1006 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. i., Line 703. + +Joy is the mainspring in the whole +Of endless Nature's calm rotation. +Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll +In the great Time-piece of Creation. +1007 +SCHILLER: _Hymn to Joy_ + +Joys too exquisite to last, +And yet _more_ exquisite when past. +1008 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Little Cloud._ + + +=Judgment.= + +A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! +1009 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, +And men have lost their reason. +1010 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=July.= + +Then came hot July, boiling like to fire, +That all his garments he had cast away. +1011 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36. + + +=June.= + +And what is so rare as a day in June? +Then, if ever, come perfect days; +Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, +And over it softly her warm ear lays. +1012 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Vision of Sir Launfal._ + + +=Juries.= + +The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, +May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two +Guiltier than him they try. +1013 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Do not your juries give their verdict +As if they felt the cause, not heard it? +And as they please make matter of fact +Run all on one side as they're packt. +1014 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365. + + +=Justice.= + + And then, the justice; +In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, +With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, +Fall of wise saws and modern instances, +And so he plays his part. +1015 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + The gods +Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care, +And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: +As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself. +1016 +BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice +Triumphs. +1017 +LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34. + + + + +==K.== + + +=Keys.= + +Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain +(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). +1018 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 109. + + +=Kin.= + +A little more than kin, and less than kind. +1019 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. +1020 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Kindness.= + +Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, +Shall win my love. +1021 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + That best portion of a good man's life,-- +His little, nameless, unremembered acts +Of kindness and of love. +1022 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._ + + +=Kings.= + +What have kings that privates have not too, +Save ceremony? +1023 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have +The worship of the world, but no repose. +1024 +SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 195. + +Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand +Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold. +1025 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Kissing.= + + Then kiss me hard, +As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, +That grew upon my lips. +1026 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made +For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. +1027 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + When my lips meet thine +Thy very soul is wedded unto mine. +1028 +H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._ + +Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed +On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led +Back to her mouth which answers there for all. +1029 +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii. + +I rest content, I kiss your eyes, +I kiss your hair, in my delight: +I kiss my hand, and say, Good night. +1030 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v. + +One kiss--and then another--and another-- +Till 't is too late to go--and so return. +1031 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 10. + +Dear as remember'd kisses after death, +And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd +On lips that are for others. +1032 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36. + + +=Knavery.= + +There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark +But he's an arrant knave. +1033 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +Whip me such honest knaves. +1034 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Knell.= + +By fairy hands their knell is rung; +By forms unseen their dirge is sung. +1035 +WILLIAM COLLINS: _Lines in 1746._ + +Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, +Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd. +1036 +COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._ + + +=Knowledge.= + + Knowledge is as food, and needs no less +Her temp'rance over appetite, to know +In measure what the mind may well contain; +Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns +Wisdom to folly. +1037 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 126. + +All our knowledge is, ourselves to know. +1038 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 397. + +_I know_--is all the mourner saith, +Knowledge by suffering entereth; +And Life is perfected by Death! +1039 +MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 330. + +Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. +1040 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 141. + +But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, +Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll. +1041 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 13. + + Oh, be wiser thou! +Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. +1042 +WORDSWORTH: _Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree._ + + + + +==L.== + + +=Labor.= + + I have seen a swan +With bootless labor swim against the tide, +And spend her strength with over-matching waves. +1043 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Labor, you know, is Prayer. +1044 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ St. 11. + + Taste the joy +That springs from labor. +1045 +LONGFELLOW: _Masque of Pandora,_ Pt. vi. + +To fall'n humanity our Father said, +That food and bliss should not be found unsought; +That man should labor for his daily bread; +But not that man should toil and sweat for nought. +1046 +EBENEZER ELLIOTT: _Corn Law Hymns._ + +To labor is the lot of man below; +And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. +1047 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 78. + + +=Ladies.= + +Ladies, like variegated tulips, show +'T is to their changes half their charms we owe. +1048 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 41. + + +=Lake.= + +On thy fair bosom, silver lake, + The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, +And round his breast the ripples break + As down he bears before the gale. +1049 +JAMES G. PERCIVAL: _To Seneca Lake._ + + +=Land.= + +Breathes there the man with soul so dead +Who never to himself hath said +This is my own, my native land! +1050 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + +O Caledonia! stern and wild, +Meet nurse for a poetic child! +Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; +Land of the mountain and the flood! +1051 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 2. + + +=Landscape.= + + The low'ring element +Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape +1052 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 490. + +Ever charming, ever new, +When will the landscape tire the view? +1053 +JOHN DYER: _Grongar Hill,_ Line 102. + + +=Language.= + + Fit language there is none +For the heart's deepest things. +1054 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 28. + +Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, + One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, +When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, + Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. +1055 +LONGFELLOW: _Flowers._ + + +=Lark.= + + Now hear the lark, +The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat +The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ... +Some say the lark makes sweet division. +1056 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + And now the herald lark +Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry +The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. +1057 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279 + + +=Lass.= + +A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. +1058 +LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._ + + +=Latin.= + + That soft bastard Latin, +Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. +1059 +BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44. + + +=Laughter.= + +Laughter, holding both his sides. +1060 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32. + +Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies, +And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. +1061 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770. + + +=Law.= + +In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, +But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, +Obscures the show of evil? +1062 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. +1063 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386. + +And sovereign law, that state's collected will, + O'er thrones and globes elate, +Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. +1064 +SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im. of Alcoeus._ + + +=Leaf--Leaves.= + + My way of life +Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf. +1065 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, +Since o'er shady groves they hover, +And with leaves and flowers do cover +The friendless bodies of unburied men. +1066 +JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,-- +Now green in youth, now withering on the ground. +1067 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181. + + +=Learning.= + +"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death +Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"-- +That is some satire, keen and critical. +1068 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Learning unrefin'd, +That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind. +1069 +FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto i., Line 166. + +Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, +And think they grow immortal as they quote. +1070 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 89. + + +=Lending.= + +Loan oft loses both itself and friend. +1071 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not +As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take +A breed of barren metal of his friend?) +But lend it rather to thine enemy; +Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face +Exact the penalties. +1072 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Letters.= + +My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! +And yet they seem alive, and quivering +Against my tremulous hands which loose the string +And let them drop down on my knee to-night. +1073 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii. + +Kind messages, that pass from land to land; +Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, +In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- +One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! +1074 +LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5. + +You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- +Think ye he meant them for a slave?. +1075 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10. + + +=Liberty.= + + I must have liberty +Withal, as large a charter as the wind, +To blow on whom I please. +1076 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + In liberty's defence, my noble task, +Of which all Europe rings from side to side; +This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, +Content, though blind--had I no better guide. +1077 +MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._ + + When liberty is gone, +Life grows insipid and has lost its relish. +1078 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + Liberty, like day, +Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven +Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. +1079 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882. + +Liberty 's in every blow! + Let us do or die. +1080 +BURNS: _Bannockburn._ + +The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. +1081 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36. + + +=Lies.= + +You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: +Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie. +1082 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; +A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. +1083 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13. + + +=Life.= + +Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, +That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, +And then is heard no more: it is a tale +Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, +Signifying nothing. +1084 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, +Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n. +1085 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553. + + Must we count +Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount, +Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow? +1086 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206. + +Between two worlds, life hovers like a star +'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. +1087 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99. + +Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star +In God's eternal day. +1088 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._ + +Life is the gift of God, and is divine. +1089 +LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard. + +What is life? A thawing iceboard + On a sea with sunny shore: +Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; + We are sunk and seen no more. +1090 +CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._ + + Life's a vast sea +That does its mighty errand without fail, +Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing. +1091 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: +Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, +Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, +Can bribe the poor possession of a day. +1092 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524. + +So careful of the type she seems, +So careless of the single life. +1093 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2. + + +=Light.= + +Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born! +Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, +May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, +And never but in unapproached light +Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, +Bright effluence of bright essence increate! +1094 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1. + +But yet the light that led astray + Was light from heaven. +1095 +BURNS: _The Vision._ + +The light that never was, on sea or land; +The consecration, and the Poet's dream. +1096 +WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4. + +Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder + All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind +Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder + And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind. +1097 +SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10. + + +=Lightning.= + +Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; +Brief as the lightning in the collied night. +1098 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Lilies.= + + Like the lily, +That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, +I'll hang my head and perish. +1099 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + In twisted braids of lilies knitting +The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. +1100 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 859. + + +=Lincoln, Abraham.= + +This man, whose homely face you look upon, +Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; +Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won +Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. +Chosen for large designs, he had the art +Of winning with his humor, and he went +Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; +Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. +Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,-- +The burden of the Commonwealth,--was laid; +He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road +Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. +Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place +To this dear benefactor of the Race. +1101 +R.H. STODDARD: _Abraham Lincoln._ + + +=Line.= + +Marlowe's mighty line. +1102 +BEN JONSON: _To the Memory of Shakespeare._ + +Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. +1103 +SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to Canto i._ + + +=Lion.= + +The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, +And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage +To be o'erpowered. +1104 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Lips.= + +Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, +Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; +No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, +But by her breath her beauties do renew. +1105 +ROBERT GREENE: _From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl._ + + +=Little.= + +Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. +1106 +BURNS: _Contented wi' Little._ + +Man wants but little here below, +Nor wants that little long. +1107 +GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. viii., St. 8. + + +=Locks.= + +Thou canst not say I did it; never shake +Thy gory locks at me. +1108 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +John Anderson my jo, John, + When we were first acquent, +Your locks were like the raven, + Your bonny brow was brent. +1109 +BURNS: _John Anderson._ + + +=Logic.= + +He was in logic a great critic, +Profoundly skill'd in analytic; +He could distinguish and divide +A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. +1110 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65. + + +=London.= + +London! the needy villain's general home, +The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome! +With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, +Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. +1111 +DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 83. + + +=Longings.= + + I have +Immortal longings in me. +1112 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Looks.= + + My only books + Were woman's looks,-- +And folly 's all they've taught me. +1113 +MOORE: _The Time I've Lost in Wooing._ + +Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, +And news much older than their ale went round. +1114 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 223. + + +=Lord.= + +Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! +1115 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto i., St. 2. + +Lord of himself, though not of lands; +And having nothing, yet hath all. +1116 +WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._ + + +=Loss.= + +That loss is common would not make + My own less bitter--rather more; + Too common! Never morning wore +To evening but some heart did break. +1117 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. vi., St. 2. + + +=Love.= + +O, how this spring of love resembleth +The uncertain glory of an April day; +Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, +And by and by a cloud takes all away. +1118 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Love is a spirit all compact of fire; +Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. +1119 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149. + +Such is the power of that sweet passion, +That it all sordid baseness doth expel, +And the refined mind doth newly fashion +Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell +In his high thought, that would itself excel; +Which he, beholding still with constant sight, +Admires the mirror of so heavenly light. +1120 +SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._ + +How could I tell I should love thee to-day, + Whom that day I held not dear? +How could I know I should love thee away + When I did not love thee anear? +1121 +JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._ + +Instruct me now what love will do; +'T will make a tongueless man to woo. +Inform me next what love will do; +'T will strangely make a one of two. +Teach me besides what love will do; +'T will quickly mar and make ye too. +Tell me, now last, what love will do; +'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through. +1122 +SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._ + + Love is the only good in the world. +Henceforth be loved as heart can love, +Or brain devise, or hand approve. +1123 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv. + +Mutual love brings mutual delight-- +Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death. +1124 +R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._ + +Let those love now, who never loved before, +Let those who always loved, now love the more. +1125 +PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._ + +Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: +Cupid averse rejects divided vows. +1126 +PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590. + +And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind. +1127 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17. + +I hold it true, whate'er befall, + I feel it when I sorrow most; + 'T is better to have loved and lost, +Than never to have loved at all. +1128 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4. + +Had we never loved so kindly, +Had we never loved so blindly, +Never met, or never parted, +We had ne'er been broken-hearted. +1129 +BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._ + +Love in a hut, with water and a crust, +Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. +1130 +KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1. + +Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; +Is human love the growth of human will? +1131 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22. + +There is no pleasure like the pain +Of being loved, and loving. +1132 +PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._ + +Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, +'T is woman's whole existence. +1133 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194. + +In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; +In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; +In halls, in gay attire is seen; +In hamlets, dances on the green; +Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, +And men below, and saints above; +For love is heaven and heaven is love. +1134 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2. + +True love is at home on a carpet, +And mightily likes his ease,-- +And true love has an eye for a dinner, +And starves beneath shady trees. +His wing is the fan of a lady, +His foot's an invisible thing, +And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel, +And shot from a silver string. +1135 +WILLIS: _Love in a Cottage._ + +What is love? 't is nature's treasure, +'T is the storehouse of her joys; +'T is the highest heaven of pleasure, +'T is a bliss which never cloys. +1136 +THOMAS CHATTERTON: _The Revenge,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Luxury.= + +O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, +How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee! +How do thy potions, with insidious joy, +Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! +1137 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 395. + +Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! +1138 +COLERIDGE: _Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement._ + + + + +==M.== + + +=Madness.= + +I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! +For then, 't is like I should forget myself; +O, if I could,--what grief should I forget! +1139 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. +1140 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +And moody madness laughing wild +Amid severest woe. +1141 +GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._ + + +=Man.= + +O, what may man within him hide, +Though angel on the outward side! +1142 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +He was a man, take him for all in all, +I shall not look upon his like again. +1143 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +His life was gentle; and the elements +So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, +And say to all the world, "This was a man!" +1144 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + Man is one world, and hath. +Another to attend him. +1145 +HERBERT: _The Temple._ _Man._ + +Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, +The proper study of mankind is Man. +1146 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 1. + +What tho' on hamely fare we dine, +Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? +Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, +A man's a man for a' that! +1147 +BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._ + +Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire +Cool to a glorious evening, and expire. +1148 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons._ + +Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives +The eternal epic of the man. +1149 +WHITTIER: _The Grave by the Lake,_ St. 34. + +What is man? A foolish baby; +Vainly strives, and fights, and frets: +Demanding all, deserving nothing, +One small grave is all he gets. +1150 +CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._ + + +=Manners.= + +Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, +Where manners ne'er were preach'd. +1151 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, +Tenets with books, and principles with times. +1152 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 172. + + +=Marble.= + +And sleep in dull cold marble. +1153 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + All your better deeds +Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. +1154 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=March.= + +The stormy March is come at last, +With wind, and clouds, and changing skies; +I hear the rushing of the blast, +That through the snowy valleys flies. +1155 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _March._ + + Ah, March! we know thou art +Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, +And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! +1156 +HELEN HUNT: _March._ + + +=Marriage.= + +The ancient saying is no heresy;-- +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. +1157 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii, Sc. 9. + +Marriage is a matter of more worth +Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. +1158 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, +Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, +Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, +Eternity of pleasures. +1159 +FORD: _Broken Heart,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source +Of human offspring. +1160 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 750. + +Marriage is the life-long miracle, +The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh. +1161 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 9. + + +=Martyrs.= + +Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful, +E'en as the martyrs of death. +1162 +H.H. BOYESEN: _Calpurnia,_ Pt. iv. + +A pale martyr in his shirt of fire. +1163 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Masters.= + +We cannot all be masters, nor all masters +Cannot be truly followed. +1161 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Men at some time are masters of their fates: +The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, +But in ourselves, that we are underlings. +1165 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Matter.= + +When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," +And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said. +1166 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xi., St. 1. + + +=May.= + +The voice of one who goes before, to make +The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, +Sweet May! +1167 +HELEN HUNT: _May._ + + The new-born May, +As cradled yet in April's lap she lay. +Born in yon blaze of orient sky, +Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold, +Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, +And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. +1168 +ERASMUS DARWIN: _L. of the Plants,_ Canto ii., Line 307. + +Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, +Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her +The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws +The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. +1169 +MILTON: _Song on May Morning._ + + +=Meeting.= + +It gives me wonder, great as my content, +To see you here before me. +1170 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Each hour until we meet is as a bird +That wings from far his gradual way along +The rustling covert of my soul,--his song +Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: +But at the hour of meeting, a clear word +Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. +1171 +DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Winged Hours,_ Sonnet xv. + + +=Melancholy.= + +There 's such a charm in melancholy. +1172 +ROGERS: _To ----._ + +These pleasures, Melancholy, give; +And I with thee will choose to live. +1173 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 175. + +Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, +And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. +1174 +GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._ + + +=Melodies.= + +And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour +A thousand melodies unheard before! +1175 +ROGERS: _Human Life._ + + +=Memory.= + + Remember thee? +Yea, from the table of my memory +I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, +All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, +That youth and observation copied there. +1176 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5 + +The eyes of memory will not sleep, + Its ears are open still, +And vigils with the past they keep + Against my feeble will. +1177 +WHITTIER: _Knight of St. John._ + +Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear + Thou ever wilt remain. +1178 +GEORGE LINLEY: _Song._ + + +=Men.= + +Men are but children of a larger growth. +1179 +DRYDEN: _All for Love,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Mercy.= + +The quality of mercy is not strain'd; +It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven +Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; +It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: +'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes +The throned monarch better than his crown. +1180 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Who will not mercie unto others show, +How can he mercy ever hope to have? +1181 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42. + + +=Merit.= + +Be thou the first true merit to befriend; +His praise is lost, who stays till all commend. +1182 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 274. + + +=Midnight.= + +The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-- +Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. +1183 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Midnight brought on the dusky hour +Friendliest to sleep and silence. +1184 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 667. + +'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon, +Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, +Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. +1185 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Milton.= + + That mighty orb of song, +The divine Milton. +1186 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i. + + +=Mind.= + +The mind is its own place, and in itself +Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. +1187 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 254. + +Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. +1188 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3. + +Though man a thinking being is defined, +Few use the grand prerogative of mind. +1189 +JANE TAYLOR: _Essays in Rhyme,_ Essay i., St. 45. + +My mind to me a kingdom is; + Such present joys therein I find, +That it excels all other bliss + That earth affords or grows by kind. +1190 +EDWARD DYER: _Ms. Rawl.,_ 85, p. 17. + + +=Mirth.= + + More merry tears +The passion of loud laughter never shed. +1191 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Come, thou Goddess fair and free, +In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne, +And by men, heart-easing Mirth. +1192 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 11. + +As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, +The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. +1193 +BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._ + + +=Mischief.= + + O, mischief! thou art swift +To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! +1194 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +When to mischief mortals bend their will, +How soon they find fit instruments of ill! +1195 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., St. 125. + + +=Misery.= + +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. +1196 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, +For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. +1197 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. v., Line 572. + + +=Misfortune.= + +One woe doth tread upon another's heel, +So fast they follow. +1198 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, +And none could be unhappy but the great. +1199 +NICHOLAS ROWE: _Fair Penitent. Prologue._ + + +=Mobs.= + +You have many enemies that know not +Why they are so, but, like to village curs, +Bark when their fellows do. +1200 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + The rabble all alive, +From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties, +Swarm in the streets. +1201 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 704. + + +=Mockery.= + + Hence, horrible shadow! +Unreal mockery, hence! +1202 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Modesty.= + +Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. +1203 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Such an act +That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. +1204 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Monarchs.= + +A morsel for a monarch. +1205 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate +Of mighty monarchs. +1206 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1285. + + +=Money.= + + This yellow slave +Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; +Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, +And give them title, knee, and approbation, +With senators on the bench. +1207 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +He had rolled in money like pigs in mud. +1208 +Hood: _Miss Kilmansegg._ + +'T is true we've money, th' only power +That all mankind falls down before. +1209 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327. + +Get money; still get money, boy, +No matter by what means. +1210 +BEN JONSON: _Every Man in His Humour,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + +=Months.= + +Thirty days hath September, +April, June, and November, +All the rest have thirty-one, +Excepting February alone: +Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, +Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. +1211 +_Common in the New England States._ + + +=Monuments.= + +Not marble, nor the gilded monuments +Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. +1212 +SHAKS.: _Sonnet 55._ + + +=Mood.= + + Anon they move +In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood +Of flutes and soft recorders. +1213 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i. Line 549. + +Fantastic as a woman's mood, +And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. +1214 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 30. + + +=Moon.= + + Now glow'd the firmament +With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led +The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, +Rising in clouded majesty, at length, +Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, +And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. +1215 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 604. + +How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon +From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; +Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! +1216 +GEORGE CROLY: _Diana._ + +The moon had climb'd the highest hill + Which rises o'er the source of Dee, +And from the eastern summit shed + Her silver light on tower and tree. +1217 +JOHN LOWE: _Mary's Dream._ + + +=Morality.= + +Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, +And unawares Morality expires. +1218 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649. + + +=Morning.= + +See how the morning opes her golden gates, +And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! +How well resembles it the prime of youth, +Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. +1219 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, +With charm of earliest birds. +1220 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 641. + +Night wanes--the vapors round the mountains curl'd +Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. +1221 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 1. + +The moon is carried off in purple fire: +Day breaks at last. +1222 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Return of the Druses,_ Act i. + +Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear +My voice ascending high. +1223 +WATTS: _Psalm_ v. + + +=Mortality.= + + All, that in this world is great or gay, +Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay. +1224 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 55. + +We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. +1225 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + +=Mother.= + + A woman's love +Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, +And by its weakness overcomes. +1226 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. ii., St. 43. + +A mother is a mother still, +The holiest thing alive. +1227 +COLERIDGE: _The Three Graves._ + + +=Mountains.= + +I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives +First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves +The world; and, vainly favored, it repays +The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze +By no change of its large calm front of snow. +1228 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli._ + + And to me +High mountains are a feeling, but the hum +Of human cities torture. +1229 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 72. + + +=Mounting.= + +I mount and mount toward the sky, +The eagle's heart is mine, +I ride to put the clouds a-by +Where silver lakelets shine. +The roaring streams wax white with snow, +The eagle's nest draws near, +The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, +The air is frosty clear. +And so from cliff to cliff I rise, +The eagle's heart is mine; +Above me ever broadning skies, +Below the rivers shine. +1230 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._ + + +=Mourning.= + + We must all die! +All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, +Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so +Need lamentation for him? +1231 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. +1232 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108. + + +=Murder.= + +Murder most foul, as in the best it is; +But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. +1233 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, +But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. +1234 +DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285. + + +=Music.= + +The man that hath no music in himself, +Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, +Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; +The motions of his spirit are dull as night, +And his affections dark as Erebus: +Let no such man be trusted. +1235 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + Music's golden tongue +Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. +1236 +KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 3. + +Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, +To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; +I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, +And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, +By magic numbers and persuasive sound. +1237 +CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Music the fiercest grief can charm, +And fate's severest rage disarm. +Music can soften pain to ease, +And make despair and madness please; +Our joys below it can improve, +And antedate the bliss above. +1238 +POPE: _Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,_ St. 7. + +When Music, heavenly maid, was young, +While yet in early Greece she sung, +The Passions oft, to hear her shell, +Throng'd around her magic cell, +Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, +Possest beyond the Muse's painting. +1239 +COLLINS: _The Passions,_ Line 1. + +The soul of music slumbers in the shell, +Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, +And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour +A thousand melodies unheard before. +1240 +ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 362. + +A few can touch the magic string, + And noisy Fame is proud to win them; +Alas for those that never sing, + But die with all their music in them! +1241 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Voiceless._ + + + + +==N.== + + +=Name.= + +What's in a name? That which we call a rose +By any other name would smell as sweet. +1242 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, +The power of grace, the magic of a name? +1243 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 5. + + +=Nature.= + +Nature ever yields reward +To him who seeks, and loves her best. +1244 +BARRY CORNWALL: _Above and Below._ + + O Nature, how fair is thy face, +And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! +1245 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28. + + To him who in the love of Nature holds +Communion with her visible forms, she speaks +A various language; for his gayer hours +She has a voice of gladness, and a smile +And eloquence of beauty, and she glides +Into his darker musings, with a mild +And healing sympathy, that steals away +Their sharpness, ere he is aware. +1246 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._ + + +=News--Newspapers.= + + The first bringer of unwelcome news +Hath but a losing office; and his tongue +Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, +Remember'd knolling a departing friend. +1247 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Evil news rides post, while good news baits. +1248 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1538. + +Turn to the press--its teeming sheets survey, +Big with the wonders of each passing day; +Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, +Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. +1249 +SPRAGUE: _Curiosity._ + + +=Newton.= + +Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: +God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. +1250 +POPE: _Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._ + +Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! +Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, +That he himself felt only "like a youth +Picking up shells by the great ocean--Truth." +1251 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vii., St. 5. + + +=New Year.= + +The wave is breaking on the shore,-- +The echo fading from the chime-- +Again the shadow moveth o'er +The dial-plate of time! +1252 +WHITTIER: _The New Year._ + + +=Niagara.= + +Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe +Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set +His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud +Mantles around thy feet. +1253 +MRS. SIGOURNEY: _Niagara._ + + +=Night.= + +Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, +The ear more quick of apprehension makes. +1254 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Now began +Night with her sullen wing to double-shade +The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, +And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. +1255 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. i., Line 409. + + Awful Night! +Ancestral mystery of mysteries. +1256 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv. + +Night, night it is, night upon the palms. +Night, night it is, the land wind has blown. +Starry, starry night, over deep and height; +Love, love in the valley, love all alone. +1257 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._ + +Night is the time to weep, + To wet with unseen tears +Those graves of memory where sleep + The joys of other years. +1258 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._ + + +=Nightingale.= + +The nightingale, if she should sing by day, +When every goose is cackling, would be thought +No better a musician than the wren. +How many things by season season'd are +To their right praise, and true perfection! +1259 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray +Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, +Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. +1260 +MILTON: _Sonnet 1._ + + +=Nobility.= + +Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds. +1261 +LONGFELLOW: _Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard._ + +For he who is honest is noble, +Whatever his fortunes or birth. +1262 +ALICE CARY: _Nobility._ + + +=North.= + +Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed; +In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, +At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. +1263 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 222. + + +=November.= + +Next was November; he full gross and fat +As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; +For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, +That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam. +1264 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40. + +In rattling showers dark November's rain, +From every stormy cloud, descends amain. +1265 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Numbers.= + +As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, +I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. +1266 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 127. + + + + +==O.== + + +=Oak.= + +Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, +Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, +Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. +1267 +KEATS: _Hyperion,_ Bk. i. + +A song to the oak, the brave old oak, +Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! +1268 +HENRY F. CHORLEY: _The Brave Old Oak._ + + +=Oars.= + + The oars were silver, +Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made +The water which they beat to follow faster, +As amorous of their strokes. +1269 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Oaths.= + +'T is not the many oaths that make the truth; +But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. +1270 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law, +To keep the good and just in awe, +But to confine the bad and sinful, +Like moral cattle, in a pinfold. +1271 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197. + + +=Obedience.= + +Let them obey that know not how to rule. +1272 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Obedience is the Christian's crown. +1273 +SCHILLER: _Fight with the Dragon,_ St. 24. + + +=Observation.= + +For he is but a bastard to the time +That doth not smack of observation. +1274 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Ocean.= + +Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! +Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; +Man marks the earth with ruin--his control +Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain +The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain +A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, +When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, +He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, +Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. +1275 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 179. + + One height +Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, +And he could hear its multitudinous roar, +Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. +1276 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Legend of Jubal,_ Line 506. + + +=October.= + +The sweet calm sunshine of October, now +Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould +The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough +Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold. +1277 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _October, 1866._ + +October's foliage yellows with his cold. +1278 +RUSKIN: _The Months._ + + +=Offence.= + +In such a time as this, it is not meet +That every nice offence should bear his comment. +1279 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +And love the offender, yet detest the offence. +1280 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 192. + + +=Old Age.= + +Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; +For in my youth I never did apply +Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; +Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo +The means of weakness and debility: +Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, +Frosty, but kindly. +1281 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +When he is forsaken, +Withered and shaken, +What can an old man do but die? +1282 +HOOD: _Ballad._ + + +=Opinion.= + +Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan +The outward habit by the inward man. +1283 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +He that complies against his will +Is of his own opinion still. +1284 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547. + + +=Opportunity.= + +O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: +'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; +Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; +Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; +'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. +1285 +SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876. + + +=Oracle.= + + I am Sir Oracle, +And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! +1286 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Oratory.= + +Thence to the famous orators repair, +Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence +Wielded at will that fierce democracy, +Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, +To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. +1287 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 267. + + +=Order.= + +Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest, +Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, +More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence +That such are happier, shocks all common sense. +1288 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 49. + + +=Ornament.= + +Thus ornament is but the guiled shore +To a most dangerous sea. +1289 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Owl.= + +It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, +Which gives the stern'st good-night. +1290 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + + + +==P.== + + +=Pain.= + +Pain pays the income of each precious thing. +1291 +SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 334. + +Pain is no longer pain when it is past. +1292 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._ + + The sad mechanic exercise +Like dull narcotics numbing pain. +1293 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, Prologue,_ v., St. 2. + + +=Painter.= + +With hue like that when some great painter dips +His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. +1294 +SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam,_ Canto v., St. 23. + + +=Palm.= + +No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; +Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. +1295 +HEBER: _Palestine._ + + +=Pan.= + +And they heard the words it said,-- +"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! + Pan, Pan is dead!" +1296 +MRS. BROWNING: _The Dead Pan._ + + +=Pang.= + +And even the pang preceding death + Bids expectation rise. +1297 +GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity,_ Act ii. + + +=Paradise.= + +'T is sweet, as year by year we lose +Friends out of sight, in faith to muse +How grows in Paradise our store. +1298 +KEBLE: _Burial of the Dead._ + + +=Pardon.= + +Forgiveness to the injured does belong; +But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. +1299 +DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Parents.= + +Great families of yesterday we show, +And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. +1300 +DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1. + + +=Parting.= + + What! gone without a word? +Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; +For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. +1301 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + They who go +Feel not the pain of parting; it is they +Who stay behind that suffer. +1302 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. I., i. + +Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. +1303 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 10. + + +=Passion.= + +Fountain heads and pathless groves, +Places which pale passion loves. +1304 +JOHN FLETCHER: _The Nice Valour,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +Passions are likened best to floods and streams: +The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. +1305 +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover._ + + +=Past, The.= + +Over the trackless past, somewhere, +Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, +Only regained by faith and prayer, +Only recalled by prayer and plaint: +Each lost day has its patron saint. +1306 +BRET HARTE: _The Lost Galleon,_ Last St. + +Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, +As the swift seasons roll! +Leave thy low-vaulted past! +1307 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Chambered Nautilus._ + + +=Patience.= + +How poor are they, that have not patience! +What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? +1308 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. +1309 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + + Patience is more oft the exercise +Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, +Making them each his own deliverer, +And victor over all +That tyranny or fortune can inflict. +1310 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1287. + + Patience is a plant +That grows not in all gardens. +1311 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 4. + +There are times when patience proves at fault. +1312 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3. + + +=Patriotism.= + +Strike--for your altars and your fires; +Strike--for the green graves of your sires; +God, and your native land! +1313 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._ + +One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, +One Nation evermore! +1314 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Voyage of the Good Ship Union._ + +My country, 't is of thee, +Sweet land of liberty,-- + Of thee I sing: +Land where my fathers died, +Land of the pilgrims' pride, +From every mountain side + Let freedom ring. +1315 +SAMUEL F. SMITH: _National Hymn._ + + Sail on, O Ship of State! +Sail on, O Union, strong and great! +Humanity with all its fears, +With all the hopes of future years, +Is hanging breathless on thy fate! +1316 +LONGFELLOW: _Building of the Ship._ + + +=Peace.= + +A peace is of the nature of a conquest; +For then both parties nobly are subdued, +And neither party loser. +1317 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +I, in this weak piping time of peace, +Have no delight to pass away the time, +Unless to see my shadow in the sun. +1318 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Why prate of peace? when, warriors all, +We clank in harness into hall, +And ever bare upon the board +Lies the necessary sword. +1319 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Woodman._ + + Peace hath her victories, +No less renowned than war. +1320 +MILTON: Sonnet xvi. + +Peace was on the earth and in the air. +1321 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Ages,_ St. 30. + + +=Pearls.= + +Go boldly forth, my simple lay, +Whose accents flow with artless ease, +Like orient pearls at random strung. +1322 +SIR WILLIAM JONES: _A Persian Song of Hafiz._ + + +=Pen.= + +Beneath the rule of men entirely great, +The pen is mightier than the sword. +1323 +BULWER-LYTTON: _Richelieu,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +This dull product of a scoffer's pen. +1324 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. ii. + + +=People.= + +And what the people but a herd confus'd, +A miscellaneous rabble, who extol +Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise? +1325 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iii., Line 49. + + +=Perfection.= + +One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun +Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. +1326 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Perjury.= + + At lovers' perjuries, +They say, Jove laughs. +1327 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Perseverance.= + + Perseverance, dear my lord, +Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang +Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail +In monumental mockery. +1328 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Persuasion.= + +He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. +1329 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vii., Line 143. + + +=Petitions.= + +Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; +Let other hours be set apart for business. +1330 +FIELDING: _Tom Thumb the Great,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Philosophy.= + +How charming is divine Philosophy! +Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, +But musical as is Apollo's lute, +And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, +Where no crude surfeit reigns. +1331 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 476. + + +=Physic.= + +Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. +1332 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + Take physic, pomp; +Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. +1333 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Piety.= + +Why should not piety be made, +As well as equity, a trade, +And men get money by devotion, +As well as making of a motion? +1334 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 295. + + +=Pilot.= + +Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! + There's danger on the deep. +1335 +THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _The Pilot._ + + +=Pines.= + +Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. +1336 +COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._ + + +=Pipe.= + +Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe +When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe. +1337 +BYRON: _The Island,_ Canto ii., St. 19. + + +=Pity.= + + Pity is the virtue of the law, +And none but tyrants use it cruelly. +1338 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + +Careless their merits or their faults to scan, +His pity gave ere charity began. +1339 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 161. + + +=Place.= + +The fittest place where man can die + Is where he dies for man! +1340 +MICHAEL J. BARRY: _The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844._ + + +=Play.= + + The play 's the thing +Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. +1341 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Pleasure.= + + Pleasure, and revenge, +Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice +Of any true decision. +1342 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +But not e'en pleasure to excess is good: +What most elates, then sinks the soul as low. +1343 +THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 63. + +Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain. +1344 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 170. + +But pleasures are like poppies spread, +You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. +1345 +BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._ + +Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, +Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. +1346 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 97. + + +=Poetry--Poets.= + +It is not poetry that makes men poor; +For few do write that were not so before. +1347 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 441. + +A verse may find him who a sermon flies, +And turn delight into a sacrifice. +1348 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 1. + +Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, +And tell them; and the truth of truths is love. +1349 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._ + + The poor poet +Worships without reward, nor hopes to find +A heaven save in his worship. +1350 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. i. + + God is the PERFECT POET, +Who in creation acts his own conceptions. +1351 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2. + +Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, +And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. +1352 +KEATS: _Epis. to George Felton Mathews._ + +Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, +Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.-- +The poets who on earth have made us heirs +Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays. +1353 +WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._ + + +=Pole.= + +True as the needle to the pole, +Or as the dial to the sun. +1354 +BARTON BOOTH: _Song._ + + +=Pomp.= + +Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, + So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; +Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, + But spare his "Highland Mary"! +1355 +WHITTIER: _Lines on Burns_ + + +=Poppies.= + +As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, +Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,-- +So sinks the youth. +1356 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 371. + + +=Popularity.= + +O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: +And that, which would appear offence in us, +His countenance, like richest alchymy, +Will change to virtue and to worthiness. +1357 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd, +And paid the salutations of the crowd. +1358 +DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 689. + + +=Possession.= + + What we have we prize not to the worth, +Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost, +Why then we rack the value, then we find +The virtue that possession would not show us +Whiles it was ours. +1359 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Possession means to sit astride of the world, +Instead of having it astride of you. +1360 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Poverty.= + +My poverty, but not my will, consents. +1361 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +If we from wealth to poverty descend, +Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend. +1362 +DRYDEN: _Wife of Bath,_ Line 485. + + Most wretched men +Are cradled into poetry by wrong. +They learn in suffering what they teach in song. +1363 +SHELLEY: _Julian and Maddalo._ + +In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, +And poverty stood smiling in my sight. +1364 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 505. + + +=Power.= + +What can power give more than food and drink, +To live at ease, and not be bound to think? +1365 +DRYDEN: _Medal,_ Line 235. + + The good old rule +Sufficeth them, the simple plan, +That they should take who have the power, +And they should keep who can. +1366 +WORDSWORTH: _Rob Roy's Grave._ + + +=Prairie.= + +Far in the East like low-hung clouds + The waving woodlands lie; +Far in the West the glowing plain + Melts warmly in the sky. +No accent wounds the reverent air,-- + No footprint dints the sod,-- +Low in the light the prairie lies + Rapt in a dream of God. +1367 +JOHN HAY: _The Prairie._ + + +=Praise.= + + Praising what is lost, +Makes the remembrance dear. +1368 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, +And without sneering teach the rest to sneer. +1369 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 201. + + +=Prayer.= + +Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, +But still remember what the Lord hath done. +1370 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + If by prayer +Incessant I could hope to change the will +Of him who all things can, I would not cease +To weary him with my assiduous cries; +But prayer against his absolute decree +No more avails than breath against the wind +Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth: +Therefore to his great bidding I submit. +1371 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 307. + +He prayeth best who loveth best +All things both great and small; +For the dear God who loveth us, +He made and loveth all. +1372 +COLERIDGE: _Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. vii. + +God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, +And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, +A gauntlet with a gift in 't. +1373 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii. + + More things are wrought by prayer +Than this world dreams of. +1374 +TENNYSON: _Morte d'Arthur,_ Line 247. + + +=Preaching.= + +I preached as never sure to preach again, +And as a dying man to dying men. +1375 +RICHARD BAXTER: _Love Breathing Thanks and Praise._ + + +=Present.= + +The Present, the Present is all thou hast +For thy sure possessing; +Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast +Till it gives its blessing. +1376 +WHITTIER: _My Soul and I,_ St. 34. + + +=Press.= + +Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, +Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain. +1377 +JOSEPH STORY: _Motto of the "Salem Register."_ + + +=Pride.= + + Pride hath no other glass +To show itself, but pride; for supple knees +Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. +1378 +SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin + Is pride that apes humility. +1379 +COLERIDGE: _The Devil's Thoughts._ + + +=Priest.= + +No nightly trance or breathed spell +Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. +1380 +MILTON: _Hymn on Christ's Nativity,_ Line 173. + + +=Primrose.= + +A primrose by a river's brim +A yellow primrose was to him, +And it was nothing more. +1381 +WORDSWORTH: _Peter Bell,_ Pt. i., St. 12. + + +=Printing.= + +Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind +To stamp a lasting image of the mind! +1382 +CRABBE: _The Library,_ Line 69. + +Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so." +Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No." +1383 +BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book._ + + +=Prison.= + +Stone walls do not a prison make, +Nor iron bars a cage; +Minds innocent and quiet, take +That for an hermitage. +1384 +LOVELACE: _To Althea, from Prison,_ iv. + + +=Procrastination.= + +Procrastination is the thief of time: +Year after year it steals, till all are fled, +And to the mercies of a moment leaves +The vast concerns of an eternal scene. +1385 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 393. + + +=Prodigies.= + + When these prodigies +Do so conjointly meet, let not men say +"These are their reasons,--They are natural;" +For, I believe, they are portentous things +Unto the climate that they point upon. +1386 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Progress.= + +Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, +And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. +1387 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 69. + + +=Promise.= + +And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, +That palter with us in a double sense: +That keep the word of promise to our ear +And break it to our hope. +1388 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8. + + +=Proof.= + + Give me the ocular proof; + * * * * * +Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it, +That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, +To hang a doubt on. +1389 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Prophecy.= + +Coming events cast their shadows before. +1390 +CAMPBELL: _Lochiel's Warning._ + +Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, +The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, +And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! +1391 +BYRON: _Bride of Ab.,_ Canto ii., St. 20. + + +=Prose.= + +And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, +It is not poetry, but prose run mad. +1392 +POPE: _Prol. to Satires,_ Line 186. + +And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. +1393 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 514. + + +=Proselytes.= + +The greatest saints and sinners have been made +Of proselytes of one another's trade. +1394 +BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 315. + + +=Prospects.= + +As distant prospects please us, but when near +We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. +1395 +SAMUEL GARTH: _Dispensatory,_ Canto iii., Line 27. + + +=Prosperity.= + +Prosperity's the very bond of love; +Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together +Affliction alters. +1396 +SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Surer to prosper than prosperity +Could have assured us. +1397 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 39. + + +=Providence.= + +There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. +1398 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + What in me is dark +Illumine, what is low raise and support; +That, to the height of this great argument, +I may assert Eternal Providence +And justify the ways of God to men. +1399 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 22. + +Who finds not Providence all good and wise, +Alike in what it gives, and what denies? +1400 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 205. + +'T is Providence alone secures +In every change both mine and yours. +1401 +COWPER: _A Fable. Moral._ + + +=Prudence.= + +Henceforth His might we know, and know our own, +So as not either to provoke, or dread +New war, provoked. +1402 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 643. + +Where passion leads or prudence points the way. +1403 +ROBERT LOWTH: _Choice of Hercules,_ i. + + +=Prudery.= + +Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show +She might be young some forty years ago, +Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips, +Her head erect, her fan upon her lips, +Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray +To watch yon amorous couple in their play, +With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies +The rude inclemency of wintry skies, +And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs, +Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers. +1404 +COWPER: _Truth,_ Line 13. + + +=Pulpit.= + +And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, +Was beat with fist instead of a stick. +1405 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11. + + +=Punishment.= + + Back to thy punishment, +False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings. +1406 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 699. + + +=Purity.= + +'Tis said the lion will turn and flee +From a maid in the pride of her purity. +1407 +BYRON: _Siege of Corinth,_ St. 21. + + +=Purpose.= + +Make thick my blood, +Stop up the access and passage to remorse; +That no compunctious visitings of nature +Shake my fell purpose. +1408 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + + +=Purse.= + +Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; +'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands. +1409 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + +=Pygmies.= + +Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; +And pyramids are pyramids in vales. +1410 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vi., Line 309. + + + + +==Q.== + + +=Quacks.= + + Out, you impostors! +Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!--your skill +Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill. +1411 +MASSINGER: _Virgin-Martyr,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, +The daring tribe compound their boasted trash-- +Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill: +All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill. +1412 +CRABBE: _Borough,_ Letter vii., Line 75. + + +=Quakers.= + +Upright Quakers please both man and God. +1413 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 208. + +The Quaker loves an ample brim, + A hat that bows to no salaam; +And dear the beaver is to him + As if it never made a dam. +1414 +HOOD: _All Round my Hat._ + + +=Quarrels.= + + Beware +Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in, +Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee: +1415 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +They who in quarrels interpose, +Must often wipe a bloody nose. +1416 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 34. + + +=Queen.= + +She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. +1417 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iii., Line 208. + + +=Quickness.= + +With too much quickness ever to be taught; +With too much thinking to have common thought. +1418 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 97. + + +=Quiet.= + +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. +1419 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 42. + +Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. +1420 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Cathedral._ + + +=Quips.= + +Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, +Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles. +1421 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 25. + + +=Quotation.= + +The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. +1422 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations +By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations. +1423 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 103. + + + + +==R.== + + +=Race.= + +He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; +No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. +1424 +RICHARD SAVAGE: _The Bastard,_ Line 7. + + +=Rage.= + +Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire +1425 +DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ Line 160. + + +=Rain.= + +For the rain it raineth every day. +1426 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +How beautiful is the rain! +After the dust and heat, +In the broad and fiery street, +In the narrow lane, +How beautiful is the rain! +1427 +LONGFELLOW: _Rain in Summer,_ Sts. 1 and 2. + +The rain comes when the wind calls. +1428 +EMERSON: _Woodnotes,_ Pt. ii., Line 271. + +In winter, when the dismal rain + Came down in slanting lines. +1429 +ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Rainbow.= + +Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er +Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; +Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers +Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers; +And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown +My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, +Rich scarf to my proud earth. +1430 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +That gracious thing made up of tears and light. +1431 +COLERIDGE: _Two Founts,_ St. 5. + +The rainbow comes and goes, +And lovely is the rose. +1432 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2. + +There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: +We know her woof, her texture; she is given +In the dull catalogue of common things. +Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. +1433 +KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Rank.= + +Superior worth your rank requires: +For that, mankind reveres your sires; +If you degenerate from your race, +Their merits heighten your disgrace. +1434 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. ii, Fable 11. + +The rank is but the guinea stamp, +The man's the gowd for a' that. +1435 +BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._ + + +=Raptures.= + +If such there breathe, go, mark him well! +For him no minstrel raptures swell. +1436 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + + +=Rashness.= + +Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, +The positive pronounce without dismay. +1437 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 145. + +One more unfortunate + Weary of breath, +Rashly importunate, + Gone to her death. +1438 +HOOD: _The Bridge of Sighs._ + + +=Reading.= + + Many books, +Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads +Incessantly, and to his reading brings not +A spirit and judgment equal or superior, +Uncertain and unsettled still remains-- +Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. +1439 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 321. + +When the last reader reads no more. +1440 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Reader._ + + Stuff the head +With all such reading as was never read: +For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it. +1441 +POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 249. + + +=Realms.= + +These are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- +Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. +1442 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 1. + + +=Reason.= + +I have no other but a woman's reason; +I think him so, because I think him so. +1443 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Reason raise o'er instinct as you can, +In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man. +1444 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 97. + + I would make +Reason my guide. +1445 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus._ + +The confidence of reason give, +And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! +1446 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + Indu'd +With sanctity of reason. +1447 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 507. + + +=Rebellion.= + + Their weapons only +Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, +This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, +As fish are in a pond. +1448 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Rebellion now began, for lack +Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack. +1449 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31. + + +=Rebuff.= + Then welcome each rebuff + That turns earth's smoothness rough, +Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! +1450 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Rabbi Ben Ezra._ + + +=Rebuke.= + +Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady +So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, +And strokes death to her. +1451 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Reckoning.= + +So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, +The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more. +1452 +GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 9. + + +=Recollection.= + +How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, +When fond recollection presents them to view. +1453 +WORDSWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._ + + +=Reconciliation.= + +Never can true reconcilement grow, +Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. +1454 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98. + + +=Records.= + +In records that defy the tooth of time. +1455 +YOUNG: _The Statesman's Creed._ + + +=Recreation.= + +Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue +But moody and dull melancholy, +Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, +And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop +Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life? +1456 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Of recreation there is none +So free as Fishing is alone; +All other pastimes do no less +Than mind and body both possess: + My hand alone my work can do, + So I can fish and study too. +1457 +IZAAK WALTON: _The Complete Angler._ _The Angler's Song._ + + +=Redress.= + +What need we any spur but our own cause +To prick us to redress. +1458 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Reflection.= + +Remembrance and reflection how allied! +What thin partitions sense from thought divide! +1459 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 225. + + +=Reformation.= + +'Tis the talent of our English nation, +Still to be plotting some new Reformation. +1460 +DRYDEN: _Sophonisba,_ Prologue. + + +=Regret.= + +O last regret, regret can die! +1461 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lxxviii., St. 5. + +Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. +Oh death in life, the days that are no more! +1462 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36. + + +=Religion.= + + In Religion +What damned error, but some sober brow +Will bless it, and approve it with a text, +Hiding the grossness with fair ornament. +1463 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + Religion is a spring, +That from some secret, golden mine +Derives her birth, and thence doth bring +Cordials in every drop, and wine. +1464 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _Religion._ + +Religion crowns the statesman and the man, +Sole source of public and of private peace. +1465 +YOUNG: _Public Situation of the Kingdom,_ Line 500. + +Pity Religion has so seldom found +A skilful guide into poetic ground! +1466 +COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 17. + +Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, +Ready to pass to the American strand. +1467 +HERBERT: _The Church Militant._ + + +=Remedies.= + +Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, +Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky +Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull +Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. +1468 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Remembrance.= + +The setting sun, and music at the close, +As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, +Writ in remembrance more than things long past. +1469 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Praising what is lost, +Makes the remembrance dear. +1470 +SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot. +1471 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iv., Line 57. + +I remember, I remember, +The fir trees dark and high: +I used to think their slender tops +Were close against the sky; +It was a childish ignorance, +But now 'tis little joy +To know I'm farther off from heaven +Than when I was a boy. +1472 +HOOD: _I Remember, I Remember._ + + +=Remorse.= + +Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, +If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews +Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, +It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost, +Weeps only tears of poison. +1473 +COLERIDGE: _Remorse,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Renown.= + +Short is my date, but deathless my renown. +1474 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 535. + + +=Repartee.= + +A man renown'd for repartee +Will seldom scruple to make free +With friendship's finest feeling, +Will thrust a dagger at your breast, +And say he wounded you in jest, +By way of balm for healing. +1475 +COWPER: _Friendship,_ Line 16. + + +=Repentance.= + +Who by repentance is not satisfied +Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased; +By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased. +1476 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long! +1477 +SCHILLER: _Lay of the Bell,_ St. 4. + + Repentance is the weight +Of indigested meals eat yesterday. +1478 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii. + +Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears +Her snaky crest. +1479 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 996. + + +=Repose.= + +The best of men have ever loved repose: +They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, +Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows, +Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. +1480 +THOMSON: _Castle of Indolence,_ Canto i., St. 17. + +Her suffering ended with the day, + Yet lived she at its close, +And breathed the long, long night away, + In statue-like repose. +1481 +JAMES ALDRICH: _A Death-Bed._ + + +=Reproof.= + +Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; +Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. +1482 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 23. + +Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. +1483 +LOVER: _Rory O'More._ + + +=Reputation.= + +The purest treasure mortal times afford, +Is spotless reputation; that away, +Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. +1484 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +At every word a reputation dies. +1485 +POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 16. + + +=Resignation.= + +But Heaven hath a hand in these events; +To whose high will we bound our calm contents. +1486 +SHAKS.: _Richard II._ Act v., Sc. 2. + +While Resignation gently slopes away, +And all his prospects brightening to the last, +His heaven commences ere the world be past. +1487 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 110. + + +=Resolution.= + + The native hue of resolution +Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; +And enterprises of great pith and moment, +With this regard, their currents turn awry, +And lose the name of action. +1488 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Respect.= + +You have too much respect upon the world: +They lose it, that do buy it with much care. +1489 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Rest.= + +Who with a body filled and vacant mind +Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. +1490 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Rest is sweet after strife. +1491 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25. + +For too much rest itself becomes a pain. +1492 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xv., Line 429. + + +=Results.= + +Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; +The year grows rich as it groweth old; +And life's latest sands are its sands of gold. +1493 +JULIA C.R. DORR: _To the Bouquet Club._ + + +=Retirement.= + +Retiring from the popular noise, I seek +This unfrequented place to find some ease. +1494 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 16. + +O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, +Retreats from care that never must be mine, +How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, +A youth of labor, with an age of ease; +Who quits a world where strong temptations try, +And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly. +1495 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 97. + + +=Retreat.= + +In all the trade of war, no feat +Is nobler than a brave retreat; +For those that run away, and fly, +Take place at least of the enemy. +1496 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607. + + +=Revelry.= + +Midnight shout and revelry, +Tipsy dance and jollity. +1497 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 103. + +There was a sound of revelry by night, +And Belgium's capital had gather'd then +Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright +The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. +1498 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21. + + +=Revenge.= + +And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, +With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, +Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, +Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. +1499 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Revenge, at first though sweet, +Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. +1500 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 171. + +Vengeance to God alone belongs; +But, when I think of all my wrongs, +My blood is liquid flame. +1501 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 7. + + +=Reverence.= + + Let the air strike our tune, +Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. +1502 +MIDDLETON: _The Witch,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Revolution.= + +There is great talk of revolution, +And a great chance of despotism, +German soldiers, camps, confusion, +Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion, +Gin, suicide, and Methodism. +1503 +SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third, Hell,_ St. 6. + + +=Rhetoric.= + +For Rhetoric, he could not ope +His mouth, but out there flew a trope. +1504 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8. + +Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, +That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. +1505 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 790. + + +=Rhine.= + +The castled crag of Drachenfels +Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. +1506 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 55. + +The river Rhine, it is well known, +Doth wash your city of Cologne; +But tell me, nymphs! what power divine +Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? +1507 +COLERIDGE: _Cologne._ + + +=Rhyme.= + +Still may syllables jar with time, +Still may reason war with rhyme. +1508 +BEN JONSON: _Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._ + + He knew +Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. +1509 +MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 10. + +For rhyme the rudder is of verses, +With which, like ships, they steer their courses. +1510 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463. + + +=Riches.= + +Infinite riches in a little room. +1511 +MARLOWE: _The Jew of Malta,_ Act i. + +Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, +The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt +To slacken virtue, and abate her edge, +Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise. +1512 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk ii., Line 453. + + +=Ridicule.= + +Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind; +But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. +1513 +TUPPER: _Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule._ + +Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, +And the sad burden of some merry song. +1514 +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76. + + +=Right.= + +But 't was a maxim he had often tried, +That right was right, and there he would abide. +1515 +CRABBE: _Tales:_ Tale xv., _The Squire and the Priest._ + +For right is right, since God is God, + And right the day must win; +To doubt would be disloyalty, + To falter would be sin. +1516 +FREDERICK W. FABER: _The Right Must Win._ + +And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, +One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. +1517 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289. + + +=Rivers.= + +By shallow rivers, to whose falls +Melodious birds sing madrigals. +1518 +MARLOWE: _The Passionate Shepherd to His Love._ + +See the rivers, how they run, +Changeless to the changeless sea. +1519 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +The river glideth at his own sweet will. +1520 +WORDSWORTH: _Earth has not anything to show more fair._ + + +=Robbery.= + + I'll example you with thievery: +The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction +Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, +And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; +The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves +The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, +That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen +From general excrement: each thing's a thief. +1521 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Rock.= + +Better to sink beneath the shock +Than moulder piecemeal on the rock. +1522 +BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 969. + +Rock of Ages, cleft for me, +Let me hide myself in thee. +1523 +TOPLADY: _Salvation through Christ._ + +Come one, come all! this rock shall fly +From its firm base as soon as I. +1524 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10. + + +=Rod.= + + His rod revers'd, +And backward mutters of dissevering power. +1525 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 816. + + A light to guide, a rod +To check the erring, and reprove. +1526 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + +=Roman.= + +I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, +Than such a Roman. +1527 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +This was the noblest Roman of them all. +1528 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Romance.= + +Romances paint at full length people's wooings, +But only give a bust of marriages. +1529 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 8. + + Lady of the Mere, +Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. +1530 +WORDSWORTH: _A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags._ + + +=Rome.= + +To the glory that was Greece +And the grandeur that was Rome. +1531 +EDGAR A. POE: _To Helen._ + + +=Rose.= + +At Christmas I no more desire a rose +Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; +But like of each thing that in season grows. +1532 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, +For that sweet odor which doth in it live. +1533 +SHAKS.: Sonnet liv. + +You love the roses--so do I. I wish +The sky would rain down roses, as they rain +From off the shaken bush. +1534 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. +1535 +KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 27. + +The rose saith in the dewy morn, +I am most fair; +Yet all my loveliness is born +Upon a thorn. +1536 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._ + +Strew on her roses, roses, + And never a spray of yew! +In quiet she reposes; + Ah, would that I did too. +1537 +MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Requiescat._ + + +=Rousseau.= + +The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, +The apostle of affliction--he, who threw +Enchantment over passion, and from woe +Wrung overwhelming eloquence. +1538 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 77. + + +=Royalty.= + +O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate! +Greatness misnamed, in misery only great! +Could men but know the endless woe it brings, +The wise would die before they would be Kings. +Think what a King must do! +1539 +R.H. STODDARD: _The King's Bell._ + + +=Ruin.= + +Where my high steeples whilom used to stand, +On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, +There now is but an heap of lime and sand, +For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower. +1540 +SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 127. + +On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, +His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. +1541 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 385. + +The day shall come, that great avenging day +Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, +When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, +And one prodigious ruin swallow all. +1542 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. iv., Line 196. + + +=Ruling Passions.= + +In men, we various Ruling Passions find; +In women, two almost divide the kind; +Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, +The love of pleasure and the love of sway. +1543 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 207. + + +=Rumor.= + + Rumor is a pipe +Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; +And of so easy and so plain a stop +That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, +The still-discordant wavering multitude, +Can play upon it. +1544 +SHAKS.: _Henry IV.,_ Pt. ii., Induction. + + +=Rural Life.= + + Of men +The happiest he, who far from public rage, +Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, +Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. +1545 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 1132. + + + + +==S.== + + +=Sabbath.= + + The Sabbath bell, +That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell +Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy +With sounds most musical, most melancholy. +1546 +ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 515. + +Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure +He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! +1547 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson. Urania._ + +E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. +1548 +POPE: _Epis. to Arbuthnot,_ Line 12. + +Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, +Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. +1549 +DRYDEN: _Spanish Friar,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + The Sabbath brings its kind release, +And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. +1550 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _A Rhymed Lesson,_ Line 229. + +Take the Sunday with you through the week, +And sweeten with it all the other days. +1551 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5. + + +=Sailors.= + +Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, +Ready with every nod to tumble down. +1552 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold +The winds and waves that wake or sleep, +Thy tender arms of mercy fold +Around the seamen on the deep. +1553 +HANNAH F. GOULD: _Changes on the Deep._ + +Messmates, hear a brother sailor + Sing the dangers of the sea. +1554 +GEORGE A. STEVENS: _The Storm._ + + +=Sails.= + +Purple the sails, and so perfumed that +The winds were love-sick with them. +1555 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea +Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight; +When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, +The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; +Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, +The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, +The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, +The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, +So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. +1556 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 17. + + +=Saints.= + +And now the saints began their reign, +For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain, +And felt such bowel-hankerings, +To see an empire, all of kings. +1557 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237. + +For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; +The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. +1558 +POPE: Satire iv., Line 26. + +There is a land of pure delight, + Where saints immortal reign. +1559 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs._ + +Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; +And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. +1560 +TICKELL: _On the Death of Mr. Addison,_ Line 41. + +That saints will aid if men will call; +For the blue sky bends over all. +1561 +COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Conclusion to Pt. i. + + +=Salt.= + +Alas! you know the cause too well; +The salt is spilt, to me it fell. +1562 +GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 37. + +Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge, +Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge, +Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, +And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight. +1563 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto ii, St. 4. + +Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. +1564 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xi., Line 153. + + +=Salvation.= + + About some act +That has no relish of salvation in 't. +1565 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + Therefore, Jew, +Though justice be thy plea, consider this, +That in the course of justice none of us +Should see salvation. +1566 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Sands.= + +Come unto these yellow sands, + And then take hands; +Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd + The wild waves whist. +1567 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2 + +Here are sand, ignoble things, +Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. +1568 +BEAUMONT: _On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._ + + +=Satan.= + + To whom the arch-enemy, +And thence in heaven call'd Satan,--with bold words +Breaking the horrid silence, thus began. +1569 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 81. + +For Satan finds some mischief still + For idle hands to do. +1570 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song 20. + +And Satan trembles when he sees +The weakest saint upon his knees. +1571 +COWPER: _Exhortation to Prayer._ + + +=Satiety.= + +They surfeited with honey; and began +To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little +More than a little is by much too much. +1572 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, +And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. +1573 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 6. + + +=Satire.= + +Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet +To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; +I only wear it in a land of Hectors, +Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. +1574 +POPE: Satire i., Line 69. + +Prepare for rhyme--I'll publish, right or wrong; +Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. +1575 +BYRON: _Eng. Bards,_ Line 5. + +In general satire, every man perceives +A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. +1576 +CRABBE: _Advice,_ Line 244. + + +=Savage.= + +I am as free as Nature first made man, +Ere the base laws of servitude began, +When wild in woods the noble savage ran. +1577 +DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Scandal.= + +For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. +1578 +SHAKS.: _Lucrece,_ Line 1006. + + You know +That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, +And after scandal them. +1579 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +The whole court melted into one wide whisper, +And all lips were applied unto all ears! +The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper +As they beheld; the younger cast some leers +On one another, and each lovely lisper +Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears +Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye +Of all the standing army that stood by. +1580 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ix., St. 78 + + +=Scars.= + +He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. +1581 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Gashed with honorable scars, + Low in Glory's lap they lie. +1582 +JAMES MONTGOMERY: _Battle of Alexandria._ + + +=Scenes.= + +For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, +Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise. +1583 +ADDISON: _A Letter from Italy._ + + +=Scepticism.= + +Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, +One hopeless, dark idolater of chance, +Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, +The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; +Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, +In joyless union wedded to the dust, +Could all his parting energy dismiss, +And call this barren world sufficient bliss? +1584 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 295. + +Whatever sceptic could inquire for, +For every why he had a wherefore. +1585 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131. + + +=Sceptre.= + +His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, +The attribute to awe and majesty, +Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. +1586 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Scholar.= + +He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; +Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; +Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, +But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. +1587 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +His locked, lettered, braw brass collar +Showed him the gentleman and scholar. +1588 +BURNS: _The Twa Dogs_ + +The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. +1589 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 356. + + +=School.= + +And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel +And shining morning face, creeping like snail +Unwillingly to school. +1590 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + +Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, +With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, +There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, +The village master taught his little school; +A man severe he was, and stern to view,-- +I knew him well, and every truant knew; +Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace +The day's disasters in his morning face. +1591 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 193. + + +=Science.= + +Trace science then, with modesty thy guide; +First strip off all her equipage of pride; +Deduct what is but vanity, or dress, +Or learning's luxury, or idleness; +Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain, +Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; +Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts +Of all our vices have created arts; +Then see how little the remaining sum +Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come. +1592 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 43. + +O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there, +To waft us home the message of despair? +1593 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 325. + + +=Scorn.= + +Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. +1594 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Alas! to make me +The fixed figure of the time, for scorn +To point his slow and moving finger at. +1595 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, +Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! +1596 +BYRON: _Curse of Minerva,_ Line 207. + + He hears, +On all sides, from innumerable tongues, +A dismal universal hiss, the sound +Of public scorn. +1597 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 506. + + +=Scotland.= + +Stands Scotland where it did? +1598 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! +For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! +Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil +Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content. +1599 +BURNS: _Cotter's Saturday Night,_ St. 20. + +It was a' for our rightfu' King + We left fair Scotland's strand. +1600 +BURNS: _A' for our Rightfu' King._ + + +=Scribblers.= + +Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, +The cry is up, and scribblers are my game. +1601 +BYRON: _English Bards,_ Line 43. + + +=Scripture.= + +'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,-- +Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. +1602 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 644. + + +=Sculpture.= + +Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, +That fashions all her works in high relief, +And that is Sculpture. +1603 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5. + + A sculptor wields +The chisel, and the stricken marble grows +To beauty. +1604 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Flood of Years._ + + +=Sea.= + +The rude sea grew civil at her song, +And certain stars shot madly from their spheres +To hear the sea-maid's music. +1605 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +The sea! the sea! the open sea! +The blue, the fresh, the ever free! +Without a mark, without a bound, +It runneth the earth's wide region round; +It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; +Or like a cradled creature lies. +1606 +BARRY CORNWALL: _The Sea._ + +Broad based upon her people's will, +And compassed by the inviolate sea. +1607 +TENNYSON: _To the Queen._ + +'T was when the sea was roaring, +With hollow blasts of wind, +A damsel lay deploring, +All on a rock reclin'd. +1608 +JOHN GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 8. + + +=Sea-weed.= + +A weary weed, toss'd to and fro, +Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine, +Soaring high and sinking low, +Lashed along without will of mine,-- +Sport of the spoom of the surging sea, +Flung on the foam afar and anear, +Mark my manifold mystery,-- +Growth and grace in their place appear. +1609 +CORNELIUS G. FENNER: _Gulf-Weed._ + + +=Seasons.= + +Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year, +How the four seasons in four forms appear, +Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear? +_Spring_ first, like infancy, shoots out her head, +With milky juice requiring to be fed: ... +Proceeding onward whence the year began, +The _Summer_ grows adult, and ripens into man.... +_Autumn_ succeeds, a sober, tepid age, +Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ... +Last, _Winter_ creeps along with tardy pace, +Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face. +1610 +DRYDEN: _Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ + Line 206. + +With thee conversing I forget all time, +All seasons, and their change,--all please alike. +1611 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 639. + + Thus with the year +Seasons return; but not to me returns +Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, +Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, +Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. +1612 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 40. + + +=Seat.= + +Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, +Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! +1613 +LEIGH HUNT: _Politics and Poetics._ + + +=Secrecy.= + +Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, +Till thou applaud the deed. +1614 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + I will believe +Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; +And so far will I trust thee. +1615 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + + A secret in his mouth, +Is like a wild bird put into a cage, +Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out. +1616 +BEN JONSON: _Case is Altered,_ Act iii., Sc. 3 + + +=Sects.= + +His liberal soul with every sect agreed, +Unheard their reasons, he received their creed. +1617 +CRABBE: _Tales, Convert,_ Line 45. + +Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, +But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. +1618 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 331. + + +=Security.= + + You all know, security +Is mortal's chiefest enemy. +1619 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 5. + + +=Seed.= + +The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree +I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. +I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. +1620 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 10. + + +=Self.= + +None are so desolate but something dear, +Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd +A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. +1621 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 24. + + +=Selfishness.= + +Despite those titles, power and pelf, +The wretch, concentred all in self, +Living, shall forfeit fair renown, +And, doubly dying, shall go down +To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, +Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. +1622 +SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1. + + +=Self-Conceit.= + +To observations which ourselves we make, +We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. +1623 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 2. + + +=Self-Control.= + +May I govern my passions with absolute sway, +And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, +... by a gentle decay. +1624 +DR. WALTER POPE: _The Old Man's Wish,_ Chorus. + + +=Self-Defence.= + + Self-defence is a virtue, +Sole bulwark of all right. +1625 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Self-Denial.= + +Brave conquerors! for so you are, +That war against your own affections, +And the huge army of the world's desires. +1626 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Self-Dispraise.= + +There is a luxury in self-dispraise; +And inward self-disparagement affords +To meditative spleen a grateful feast. +1627 +WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Self-Esteem.= + + Oft times nothing profits more +Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right +Well manag'd. +1628 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 571. + + +=Self-Knowledge.= + +To know _thyself_--in others self-concern; +Would'st thou know others? read thyself--and learn! +1629 +SCHILLER: _Votive Tablets, The Key._ + + +=Self-Love.= + +Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin +As self-neglecting. +1630 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; +Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. +1631 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 59. + + +=Self-Reproach.= + +Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel +No self-reproach. +1632 +WORDSWORTH: _The Old Cumberland Beggar._ + + +=Self-Respect.= + +He that respects himself is safe from others; +He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. +1633 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Self-Sacrifice.= + +Give unto me, made lowly wise, +The spirit of self-sacrifice. +1634 +WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._ + + +=Sense.= + + A man whose blood +Is very snow-broth; one who never feels +The wanton stings and motions of the sense. +1635 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, +And though no science, fairly worth the seven. +1636 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 43 + + +=Sensibility.= + +Our sensibilities are so acute, +The fear of being silent makes us mute. +1637 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 351. + +Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight! +Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right! +1638 +HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility,_ Line 227. + + +=Separation.= + + Thy soul ... +Is as far from my grasp, is as free, +As the stars from the mountain-tops be, +As the pearl in the depths of the sea, +From the portionless king that would wear it. +1639 +E.C. STEDMAN: _Stanzas for Music,_ St. 3. + + +=September.= + +September waves his golden-rod + Along the lanes and hollows, +And saunters round the sunny fields + A-playing with the swallows. +1640 +ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: _The Prince._ + + +=Sermons.= + +Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, +Sermons in stones, and good in everything. +1641 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Perhaps it may turn out a sang, +Perhaps turn out a sermon. +1642 +BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ + + +=Serpent.= + +What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice? +1643 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Where's my serpent of old Nile? +1644 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +And hence one master-passion in the breast, +Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. +1645 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 131. + +Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, + But the trail of the Serpent is over them all. +1646 +MOORE: _Paradise and the Peri._ + + +=Service.= + +Ful wel she sange the service devine, +Entuned in hire nose ful swetely. +1647 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 122. + +And ye shall succor men; +'T is nobleness to serve; +Help them who cannot help again: +Beware from right to swerve. +1648 +EMERSON: _Boston Hymn,_ St. 13. + + +=Sex.= + +Think you I am no stronger than my sex, +Being so father'd and so husbanded? +1649 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Spirits when they please, +Can either sex assume, or both. +1650 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 423. + + +=Sexton.= + +See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, +The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle! +Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole +A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand, +Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance +By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up +But well he knew its owner, and can tell +Some passage of his life. +1651 +BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 452. + +His death, which happened in his berth, + At forty-odd befell: +They went and told the sexton, and + The sexton tolled the bell. +1652 +HOOD: _Faithless Sally Brown._ + + +=Shadow.= + +Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, +That I may see my shadow as I pass. +1653 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, +Meroe, Nilotic isle. +1654 +MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 70. + +Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, +Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. +1655 +JOHN FLETCHER: _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_ + + +=Shaft.= + +In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, +I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight +The selfsame way, with more advised watch, +To find the other forth; and by adventuring both +I oft found both. +1656 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +That eagle's fate and mine are one, + Which on the shaft that made him die +Espied a feather of his own, + Wherewith he wont to soar so high. +1657 +WALLER: _To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing._ + + +=Shakespeare.= + + Soul of the age! +Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! +My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by +Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie +A little further, to make thee room; +Thou art a monument, without a tomb, +And art alive still, while thy book doth live, +And we have wits to read, and praise to give. +1658 +BEN JONSON: _Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare._ + +There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb +The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime, +With tears and laughters for all time! +1659 +MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 101. + +Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, +Warble his native wood-notes wild. +1660 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 129. + +What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,-- +The labor of an age in piled stones? +Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid +Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? +Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, +What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? +1661 +MILTON: _On Shakespeare._ + + +=Shame.= + +O, shame! where is thy blush? +1662 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + But 'neath yon crimson tree +Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, +Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, + Her blush of maiden shame. +1663 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Autumn Woods._ + + +=Shape.= + +Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves +Shall never tremble. +1664 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + The other shape, +If shape it might be call'd that shape had none +Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. +1665 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 681. + + +=Shell.= + + I have seen +A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract +Of inland ground, applying to his ear +The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, +To which, in silence hushed, his very soul +Listened intensely. +1666 +WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Shelley.= + +Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, + And did he stop and speak to you, +And did you speak to him again? + How strange it seems, and new! +1667 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Memorabilia,_ i. + + +=Sheridan.= + +Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain, +And turn to all of him which may remain, +Sighing that nature form'd but one such man, +And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan. +1668 +BYRON: _Monody on the Death of Sheridan._ + + +=Shield.= + +When Prussia hurried to the field, +And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield. +1669 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Introduction to Canto iii. + + +=Ships.= + +Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, +And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? +1670 +MARLOWE: _Faustus._ + +Like sister sails that drift at night +Together on the deep, +Seen only where they cross the light +That pathless waves must pathlike keep +From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep. +1671 +RUSKIN: _The Broken Chain,_ Pt. v., St. 25. + +She walks the waters like a thing of life, +And seems to dare the elements to strife. +1672 +BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 3. + +As idle as a painted ship +Upon a painted ocean. +1673 +COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Shipwreck.= + + O, I have suffer'd +With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, +Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, +Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock +Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd. +1674 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +Again she plunges! hark! a second shock +Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock-- +Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries +The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, +In wild despair; while yet another stroke, +With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: +Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! +She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide. +1675 +FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642. + + +=Shoes.= + +I saw them go: one horse was blind, +The tails of both hung down behind, + Their shoes were on their feet. +1676 +JAMES SMITH: _Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Debut._ + +Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, +Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. +1677 +GAY: _Trivia,_ Bk. i., Line 33. + + +=Shore.= + +But the poor, unsightly, noisome things +Had left their beauty on the shore, +With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. +1678 +EMERSON: _Each and All._ + +There is a rapture on the lonely shore; +There is society, where none intrudes, +By the deep sea, and music in its roar. +1679 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 178. + +A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill! + Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? +Lord help 'em, how I pities them + Unhappy folks on shore now! +1680 +WILLIAM PITT: _The Sailor's Consolation._ + + +=Show.= + +Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. +1681 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8. + +With books and money plac'd for show +Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, +And for his false opinion pay. +1682 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624. + + +=Shrine.= + +What sought they thus afar? + Bright jewels of the mine, +The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? + They sought a faith's pure shrine. +1683 +HEMANS: _Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers._ + + +=Sickness.= + + This sickness doth infect +The very life-blood of our enterprise. +1684 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Sighs.= + + My story being done, +She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. +1685 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon, +Where all sighs are deposited; and now +It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone. +1686 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xvi., St. 13. + + +=Sight.= + +Visions of glory, spare my aching sight +Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! +1687 +GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 1. + +O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see +What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. +1688 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 15. + + +=Signs.= + +Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: +A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, +A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, +A forked mountain, or blue promontory +With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, +And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; +They are black vesper's pageants. +1689 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 12. + + +=Silence.= + +Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: +I were but little happy, if I could say how much. +1690 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +Silence in love bewrays more woe +Than words, tho' ne'er so witty; +A beggar that is dumb, you know, +May challenge double pity. +1691 +SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover,_ St. 6. + +Silence more musical than any song. +1692 +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Rest._ + +Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, +They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, +Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; +She all night long her amorous descant sung; +Silence was pleas'd. +1693 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + +There was silence deep as death, +And the boldest held his breath +For a time. +1694 +CAMPBELL: _Battle of the Baltic._ + +There is a silence where hath been no sound, +There is a silence where no sound may be,-- +In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, +Or in the wide desert where no life is found. +1695 +HOOD: _Sonnet, Silence._ + + +=Silver.= + +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, +That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. +1696 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Similarity.= + +Like will to like: each creature loves his kind, +Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind. +1697 +HERRICK: _Aph. Like Loves His Like._ + + +=Simplicity.= + +And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, +And captive good attending captive ill. +1698 +SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi. + +Rich in saving common-sense, +And, as the greatest only are. +In his simplicity sublime. +1699 +TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4. + + +=Sin.= + +Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, +Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled. +1700 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +One sin, I know, another doth provoke; +Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. +1701 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +In lashing sin, of every stroke beware, +For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare. +1702 +CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242. + +But sad as angels for the good man's sin, +Weep to record, and blush to give it in. +1703 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357. + +I waive the quantum o' the sin, + The hazard of concealing; +But, och! it hardens a' within, + And petrifies the feeling! +1704 +BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._ + +Compound for sins they are inclined to, +By damning those they have no mind to. +1705 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215. + + +=Sincerity.= + +I never tempted her with word too large, +But, as a brother to his sister, show'd +Bashful sincerity and comely love. +1706 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +His nature is too noble for the world: +He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, +Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: +What his breast forges that his tongue must vent. +1707 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Singing.= + +But in his motion like an angel sings, +Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. +1708 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. +Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. +The universe's inward voices cry +"Amen" to either song of joy and woe. +Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! +1709 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._ + +I send my heart up to thee, all my heart +In this my singing! +For the stars help me, and the sea bears part. +1710 +ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._ + +I do but sing because I must, + And pipe but as the linnets sing. +1711 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6. + +Song forbids victorious deeds to die. +1712 +SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11. + + +=Singularity.= + +No two on earth in all things can agree; +All have some darling singularity. +1713 +CHURCHILL: _Apology,_ Line 402. + + +=Sister.= + + Oh, never say hereafter +But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother +When I was but your sister. +1714 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Skill.= + +How happy is he born or taught, + That serveth not another's will; +Whose armor is his honest thought, + And simple truth his utmost skill! +1715 +WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._ + + +=Skull.= + +Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, +Its chambers desolate, its portals foul; +Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall, +The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. +1716 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 6. + + +=Sky.= + +Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, +And souls are ripened in our northern sky. +1717 +MRS. BARBAULD: _The Invitation._ + +The sky is changed,--and such a change. O night +And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, +Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light +Of a dark eye in woman! +1718 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92. + + +=Slander.= + +Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, +Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, +Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; +All those against that fort did bend their batteries. +1719 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10. + + 'T is slander, +Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue +Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath +Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie +All corners of the world,--kings, queens, and states, +Maids, matrons,--nay, the secrets of the grave +This viperous slander enters. +1720 +SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,-- +Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. +1721 +POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Bk. viii., Line 715. + + +=Slave--Slavery.= + +Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm +With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog. +1722 +SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +He finds his fellow guilty of a skin +Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r +T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause +Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. +1723 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 12. + +Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. +1724 +DAVID GARRICK: _Prologue to the Gamesters._ + + Whatever day +Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. +1725 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 392. + + +=Sleep.= + + We are such stuff +As dreams are made on; and our little life +Is rounded with a sleep. +1726 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, +The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, +Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, +Chief nourisher in life's feast. +1727 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, +The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; +The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, +The impartial judge between the high and low. +1728 +SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39. + +Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! +He, like the world, his ready visit pays +Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes. +1729 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1. + +O magic sleep! O comfortable bird +That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind +Till it is hush'd and smooth! +1730 +KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456. + + Sleep hath its own world, +A boundary between the things misnamed +Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, +And a wide realm of wild reality. +1731 +BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1. + +Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, +Morn of toil, nor night of waking. +1732 +SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31. + +Of all the thoughts of God that are +Borne inward into souls afar, +Along the Psalmist's music deep, +Now tell me if that any is, +For gift or grace, surpassing this-- +"He giveth His beloved sleep"? +1733 +MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._ + + Be thy sleep +Silent as night is, and as deep. +1734 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii. + +Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-- +Let him come to thee and be thy guest. +1735 +AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._ + + +=Sloth.= + +Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, +Desirous still, but impotent to rise. +1736 +SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._ + + +=Sluggard.= + +'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, +"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." +1737 +WATTS: _The Sluggard._ + + +=Smiles.= + +One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. +1738 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +With the smile that was childlike and bland. +1739 +BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._ + + Death +Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear +His famine should be filled. +1740 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815. + +Without the smile from partial beauty won, +Oh what were man?--a world without a sun. +1741 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21. + +Even children follow'd with endearing wile, +And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. +1742 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183. + + +=Smoke.= + +I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd +Above the green elms, that a cottage was near. +1743 +MOORE: _Ballad Stanzas._ + + +=Snail.= + + The snail, whose tender horns being hit, +Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, +And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit, +Long after fearing to creep forth again. +1744 +SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1033. + + +=Snake.= + + We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; +She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice +Remains in danger of her former tooth. +1745 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Snow.= + +Or wallow naked in December snow +By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? +1746 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3 + +A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow; +Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow; +The creature of thought scarce likes to tread +On the delicate carpet so richly spread. +1747 +ELIZA COOK: _Snow._ + +Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, +Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, +Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air +Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven. +1748 +EMERSON: _The Snow-Storm._ + + +=Snow-Drop.= + +The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain, +Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train. +1749 +CHURCHILL: _Gotham,_ Bk. i., Line 245. + + +=Snuff.= + +When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, +He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. +1750 +GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 145. + +Lady, accept the gift a hero wore + In spite of all this elegiac stuff; +Let not seven stanzas written by a bore + Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff. +1751 +BYRON: _Lines to Lady Holland._ + + +=Society.= + +Man in society is like a flower +Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone +His faculties expanded in full bloom +Shine out; there only reach their proper use. +1752 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iv., Line 659. + +Society became my glittering bride, +And airy hopes my children. +1753 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii. + + +=Soldier.= + + A soldier; +Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, +Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, +Seeking the bubble reputation +Even in the cannon's mouth. +1754 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + And but for these vile guns, +He would himself have been a soldier. +1755 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, +Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; +Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, +Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. +1756 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 155. + +How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, +Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? +1757 +MOORE: _To Thomas Hume._ + + +=Solitude.= + +Solitude sometimes is best society, +And short retirement urges sweet return. +1758 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 249. + +O solitude! where are the charms +That sages have seen in thy face? +Better dwell in the midst of alarms, +Than reign in this horrible place. +1759 +COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk,_ St. 1. + +Man dwells apart, though not alone, +He walks among his peers unread; +The best of thoughts which he hath known, +For lack of listeners are not said. +1760 +JEAN INGELOW: _Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought._ + +It was a wild and lonely ride. + Save the hid loon's mocking cry, +Or marmot on the mountain side, + The earth was silent as the sky. +1761 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Long Trail._ + + +=Son.= + +Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, +No son of mine succeeding. +1762 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +The booby father craves a booby son, +And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. +1763 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 165. + + +=Song.= + +And heaven had wanted one immortal song. +1764 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 197. + +That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, +But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song. +1765 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 340. + +For dear to gods and men is sacred song. +Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, +The genuine seeds of poesy are sown. +1766 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxii., Line 382. + + +=Sonnet.= + +Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, +Mindless of its just honors; with this key +Shakespeare unlocked his heart. +1767 +WORDSWORTH: _Scorn not the Sonnet._ + + +=Sorrow.= + +Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak +Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. +1768 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, +That may succeed as his inheritor. +1769 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow. +1770 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._ + + This is truth the poet sings, +That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. +1771 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 38. + + +=Soul.= + +But whither went his soul, let such relate +Who search the secrets of the future state. +1772 +DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite,_ Bk. iii., Line 2120. + +It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate +To shape the outward to its own estate. +1773 +R.H. DANA: _Thoughts on the Soul._ + + The gods approve +The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. +1774 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Sound.= + +'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- +The sound must seem an echo to the sense. +1775 +POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 162. + + +=Spain.= + +Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, +Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! +1776 +MRS. HEMANS: _Abencerrage,_ Canto ii., Line 1. + + +=Spear.= + +His spear, to equal which the tallest pine +Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast +Of some great ammiral were but a wand. +1777 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 292. + + +=Speech.= + + Rude am I in my speech +And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace. +1778 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Speech is but broken light upon the depth +Of the unspoken; even your loved words +Float in the larger meaning of your voice +As something dimmer. +1779 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 1. + + +=Spenser.= + +Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, +The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; +Who, like a copious river, poured his song +O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground. +1780 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1574. + + +=Spires.= + +Ye swelling hills and spacious plains! +Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers, +And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." +1781 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. vi., Line 17. + + +=Spirits.= + +I can call spirits from the vasty deep. +Why, so can I; or so can any man: +But will they come, when you do call for them? +1782 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth +Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. +1783 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 677. + + +=Splendor.= + +Though nothing can bring back the hour +Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower. +1784 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 10. + + +=Sport.= + + Thick around +Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun +And dog, impatient bounding at the shot, +Worse than the season desolate the fields. +1785 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 788. + + +=Spring.= + +In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; +In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. +1786 +TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 19. + +Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come; +And from the bosom of your dropping cloud, +While music wakes around, veiled in a shower +Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. +1787 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1. + +"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"-- +Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason, +How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum? +There 's no such season. +1788 +HOOD: _Spring._ + + +=Stage.= + + All the world's a stage, +And all the men and women merely players, +They have their exits and their entrances; +And one man in his time plays many parts, +His acts being seven ages. +1789 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Stars.= + +Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. +1790 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +The stars of the night +Will lend thee their light, +Like tapers clear without number! +1791 +HERRICK: _Aph. Night Piece, To Julia._ + +Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven, +If in your bright leaves we would read the fate +Of men and empires,--'t is to be forgiven, +That in our aspirations to be great, +Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, +And claim a kindred with you. +1792 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 88. + + Now only here and there a little star +Looks forth alone. +1793 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Constellations._ + + +=State.= + +A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: +An hour may lay it in the dust. +1794 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 84. + + +=Statesman.= + + An honest statesman to a prince, +Is like a cedar planted by a spring; +The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree +Rewards it with his shadow. +1795 +WEBSTER: _Duchess of Malfi,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Steed.= + +Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan! +Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man! +And when their statues are placed on high, +Under the dome of the Union sky,-- +The American soldier's Temple of Fame,-- +There with the glorious General's name +Be it said in letters both bold and bright: +"Here is the steed that saved the day +By carrying Sheridan into the fight, +From Winchester,--twenty miles away!" +1796 +THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: _Sheridan's Ride._ + + +=Stones.= + + Put a tongue +In every wound of Caesar that should move +The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. +1797 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Storms.= + + We often see, against some storm, +A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, +The bold winds speechless, and the orb below +As hush as death. +1798 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +God moves in a mysterious way + His wonders to perform; +He plants his footsteps in the sea + And rides upon the storm. +1799 +COWPER: _Light Shining out of Darkness._ + +Nail to the mast her holy flag, + Set every threadbare sail, +And give her to the god of storms, + The lightning and the gale! +1800 +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Old Ironsides._ + + +=Story.= + +Her father loved me; oft invited me; +Still question'd me the story of my life, +From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune, +That I have passed. +1801 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + She thank'd me, +And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, +I should but teach him how to tell my story, +And that would woo her. +1802 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Strangers.= + +By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, +By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, +By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, +By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd. +1803 +POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,_ Line 51. + + +=Streets.= + +The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead +Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. +1804 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Strength.= + + O, it is excellent +To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous +To use it like a giant. +1805 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + To be strong +Is to be happy! +1806 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii. + + +=Strife.= + +No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,-- +The past unsighed for, and the future sure. +1807 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Striving.= + +How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; +Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. +1808 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Study.= + +Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, +That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; +Small have continual plodders ever won, +Save base authority from others' books. +1809 +SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +If not to some peculiar end design'd +Study 's the specious trifling of the mind, +Or is at best a secondary aim, +A chase for sport alone, and not for game. +1810 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 67. + + +=Style.= + +The lives of trees lie only in the barks, +And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks. +1811 +BUTLER: _Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning,_ Line 211. + + +=Success.= + +Didst thou never hear +That things ill got had ever bad success? +1812 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +Life lives only in success. +1813 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Amran's Wooing,_ St. 5. + +'Tis not in mortals to command success; +But we'll do more, Sempronius--we'll deserve it. +1814 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Suffering.= + +Yet tears to human suffering are due; +And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown +Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. +1815 +WORDSWORTH: _Laodamia._ + + +=Suicide.= + +Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life +Cuts off so many years of fearing death. +1816 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + --He +That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it; +And at the best shows but a bastard valor. +1817 +MASSINGER: _Maid of Honor,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Summer.= + +Eternal summer gilds them yet, +But all except their sun is set. +1818 +Byron: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1. + + It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk +The dew that lay upon the morning grass; +There is no rustling in the lofty elm +That canopies my dwelling, and its shade +Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint +And interrupted murmur of the bee, +Settling on the sick flowers, and then again +Instantly on the wing. +1819 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Summer Wind._ + + +=Sun.= + + The glorious sun, +Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; +Turning, with splendor of his precious eye, +The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold. +1820 +SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Busy old fool, unruly sun, +Why dost thou thus, +Through windows and through curtains call on us? +1821 +JOHN DONNE: _The Sun-Rising._ + + My own hope is, a sun will pierce +The thickest cloud earth ever stretched. +1822 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Apparent Failure,_ vii. + + +=Sunflower.= + +Light enchanted sunflower, thou +Who gazest ever true and tender +On the sun's revolving splendor! + * * * * * +Restless sunflowers, cease to move. +1823 +SHELLEY: _Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,_ Sc. 3. + +The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, +But as truly loves on to the close, +As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets +The same look which she turn'd when he rose. +1824 +MOORE: _Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms._ + +Miles and miles of gold and green +Where the sunflowers blow +In a solid glow. +1825 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Lovers' Quarrel,_ St. 6. + +Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair, +Ray round with flames her disk of seed. +1826 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ci., St. 2. + + +=Sunrise.= + +When from the opening chambers of the east +The morning springs in thousand liveries drest, +The early larks their morning tribute pay, +And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day. +1827 +THOMSON: _The Morning in the Country._ + +'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps +The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand, +Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light. +Like to a king that has regain'd his throne, +He warms his drooping subjects into joy, +That rise rejoiced to do him fealty, +And rules with pomp the universal world. +1828 +JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2. + + +=Sunset.= + +The weary sun hath made a golden set, +And, by the bright track of his fiery car, +Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. +1829 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day. +1830 +JULIA C.R. DORR: _Margery Grey,_ St. 24. + + The descending sun +Seems to caress the city that he loves, +And crowns it with the aureole of a saint. +1831 +LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 2. + + The sun is going down, +And I must see the glory from the hill. +1832 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Agatha._ + + +=Sunshine.= + +See the gold sunshine patching, +And streaming and streaking across +The gray-green oaks; and catching, +By its soft brown beard, the moss. +1833 +BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._ + +As sunshine broken in the rill, +Though turned astray, is sunshine still. +1834 +MOORE: _The Fire-Worshippers._ + + +=Surfeit.= + +As surfeit is the father of much fast, +So every scope, by the immoderate use, +Turns to restraint. +1835 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Surprise.= + +The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes +And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. +1836 +DRYDEN: _Cymon and Iphigenia,_ Line 41. + + +=Suspense.= + +For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain +A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain. +1837 +POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 249. + + +=Suspicion.= + +Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; +The thief doth fear each bush an officer. +1838 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 6. + + +=Swallow.= + +When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, +Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play +The swallow-people; and tossed wide around +O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, +The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once, +Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire. +1839 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 836. + + +=Swans.= + + The swan, with arched neck +Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows +Her state with oary feet. +1840 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 438. + + +=Swearing.= + +And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two +And sleeps again. +1841 +SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + +Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain; +It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse. +1842 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 10. + + +=Sweetness.= + +Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. +1843 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Married to immortal verse, +Such as the meeting soul may pierce, +In notes with many a winding bout +Of linked sweetness long drawn out. +1844 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 135. + + +=Swiftness.= + +I go, I go; look how I go; +Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. +1845 +SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +His golden locks time hath to silver turned; + O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! +1846 +GEORGE PEELE: _Sonnet, Polyhymnia._ + + +=Swimming.= + + How many a time have I +Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, +The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke +Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, +And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, +Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er +The waves as they arose, and prouder still +The loftier they uplifted me. +1847 +BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Sword.= + + Full bravely hast thou fleshed +Thy maiden sword. +1848 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Chase brave employment with a naked sword +Throughout the world. +1849 +HERBERT: _The Church Porch._ + + +=Sympathy.= + +Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face, +A world of earthly blessings to my soul, +If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. +1850 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +There's nought in this bad world like sympathy: +'Tis so becoming to the soul and face-- +Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, +And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. +1851 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 47. + + +=Synods.= + +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, +Where elders, deputies, church-wardens, +And other members of the court, +Manage the Babylonish sport. +1852 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095. + + + + +==T.== + + +=Tale.= + +Who so shall telle a tale after a man, +He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, +Everich word, if it be in his charge, +All speke he never so rudely and so large. +1853 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 733. + + But that I am forbid +To tell the secrets of my prison-house, +I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word +Would harrow up thy soul. +1854 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5. + +I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver +Of my whole course of love. +1855 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +Meet me by moonlight alone, + And then I will tell you a tale +Must be told by the moonlight alone, + In the grove at the end of the vale! +1856 +J.A. WADE: _Meet Me by Moonlight._ + + +=Talk.= + + We will not stand to prate; +Talkers are no good doers; be assured +We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. +1857 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +But still his tongue ran on, the less +Of weight it bore, with greater ease +And with its everlasting clack, +Set all men's ears upon the rack. +1858 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443. + +They always talk who never think. +1859 +PRIOR: _Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana._ + +Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, +And men talk only to conceal the mind. +1860 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 207. + +It would talk,-- +Lord! how it talked! +1861 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Scornful Lady,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Tasso.= + +Tasso is their glory and their shame. +Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell! +And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame, +And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell. +1862 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 36. + + +=Taste.= + +Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find +Two of a face as soon as of a mind. +1863 +POPE: Satire vi., Line 268. + +Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, +Be it in music, painting, or in song: +But this, as well as other faculties, +Improves with age and ripens by degrees. +1864 +ARMSTRONG: _Taste,_ Line 26 + +Such and so various are the tastes of men. +1865 +AKENSIDE: _Pl. of the Imagination,_ Bk. iii., Line 567. + + +=Taxation.= + +By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, +And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring +From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, +By any indirection. +1866 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + +Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails; +And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails. +1867 +CONGREVE: _Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,_ Line 17. + + +=Tea.= + +For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, +Nor take her tea without a stratagem. +1868 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 190. + + +=Teaching.= + + I have labored, +And with no little study, that my teaching +And the strong course of my authority +Might go one way. +1869 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + + +=Tears.= + + The big round tears +Cours'd one another down his innocent nose +In piteous chase. +1870 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + Then fresh tears +Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew +Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. +1871 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Our present tears here, not our present laughter, +Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter. +1872 +HERRICK: _Noble Numbers, Tears._ + +Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn, +Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. +1873 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 619. + +A child will weep a bramble's smart, +A maid to see her sparrow part, +A stripling for a woman's heart: +But woe awaits a country, when +She sees the tears of bearded men. +1874 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto v., St. 16. + +To me the meanest flower that blows can give +Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. +1875 +WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._ + +Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, +Tears from the depth of some divine despair +Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, +In looking on the happy Autumn fields, +And thinking of the days that are no more. +1876 +TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 21. + +Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. +1877 +CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 180. + +Under the sod and the dew, + Waiting the judgment day; +Love and tears for the Blue, + Tears and love for the Gray. +1878 +FRANCIS M. FINCH: _The Blue and the Gray._ + + +=Temper.= + + Ye gods, it doth amaze me +A man of such a feeble temper should +So get the start of the majestic world +And bear the palm alone. +1879 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Temperance.= + +Temp'rate in every place,--abroad, at home. +Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; +And health from either--he in time prepares +For sickness, age, and their attendant cares. +1880 +CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xvii., Line 198. + + +=Tempests.= + + The southern wind +Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; +And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, +Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. +1881 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine +The surging waters like a mountaine rise, +And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine, +To swell above the measure of his guise, +As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise. +1882 +SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21. + +From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage; +Till, in the furious elemental war +Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass, +Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours. +1883 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 799. + + The sky +Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder, +In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show +In forked flashes a commanding tempest. +1884 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Temptation.= + +Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, +The instruments of darkness tell us truths; +Win us with honest trifles, to betray us +In deepest consequence. +1885 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + +'Tis the temptation of the devil +That makes all human actions evil; +For saints may do the same things by +The spirit, in sincerity, +Which other men are tempted to, +And at the devil's instance do: +And yet the actions be contrary, +Just as the saints and wicked vary. +1886 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233. + +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, + She lives whom we call dead. +1887 +LONGFELLOW: _Resignation_ + + +=Tenderness.= + +Higher than the perfect song +For which love longeth, +Is the tender fear of wrong, +That never wrongeth. +1888 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ Pt. v. + + +=Tents.= + +Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, + And as silently steal away. +1889 +LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._ + + +=Terror.= + +There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. +1890 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Test.= + + Bring me to the test, +And I the matter will re-word. +1891 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + + +=Text.= + +And many a holy text around she strews, + That teach the rustic moralist to die. +1892 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 21. + + +=Thankfulness.= + +The poorest service is repaid with thanks. +1893 +SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + Thanks to men +Of noble minds, is honorable meed. +1894 +SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Theatre.= + +As in a theatre, the eyes of men, +After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, +Are idly bent on him that enters next, +Thinking his prattle to be tedious. +1895 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + + +=Thief.= + +The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. +1896 +SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Thirst.= + +That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath +Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, +In vain impels the burning mouth to crave +One drop--the last--to cool it for the grave. +1897 +BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 16. + + +=Thorn.= + +Why are we fond of toil and care? +Why choose the rankling thorn to wear? +1898 +J.M. USTERI: _Life let us Cherish._ + + +=Thought.= + +Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. +1899 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Thought alone is eternal. +1900 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16. + + No thought which ever stirred +A human breast should be untold. +1901 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2. + + Thought leapt out to wed with Thought +Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. +1902 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxiii., St. 4. + +Thought is deeper than all speech, + Feeling deeper than all thought; +Souls to souls can never teach + What unto themselves was taught. +1903 +CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: _Stanzas._ + + +=Thread.= + +Sewing at once a double thread, + A shroud as well as a shirt. +1904 +HOOD: _Song of the Shirt._ + + +=Threats.= + +If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, +And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till +Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. +1905 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + Back to thy punishment, +False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings, +Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue +Thy ling'ring. +1906 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 699. + + +=Thrift.= + +Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats +Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. +1907 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + +=Throne.= + +High on a throne of royal state, which far +Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind. +1908 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Thunder.= + +And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, +Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. +1909 +DRYDEN: _Annus Mirabilis,_ St. 39. + + Far along, +From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, +Leaps the live thunder. +1910 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92. + + +=Tide.= + +Even at the turning o' the tide. +1911 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3. + +There is a tide in the affairs of men +Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. +1912 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Time.= + +I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. +1913 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, + Old time is still a-flying; +And this same flower that smiles to-day, + To-morrow will be dying. +1914 +HERRICK: _To Virgins to Make Much of Time._ + +Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last! +Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth-- +Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth-- +And motionless forever stands the PAST. +1915 +SCHILLER: _Sentences of Confucius, Time._ + + +=Tithes.= + +This priest he merry is and blithe + Three quarters of a year, +But oh! it cuts him like a scythe, + When tithing-time draws near. +1916 +COWPER: _Yearly Distress,_ St. 2. + + +=Titles.= + +We all are soldiers, and all venture lives; +And where there is no difference in men's worth, +Titles are jests. +1917 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King or No King,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Titles are marks of honest men and wise; +The fool or knave that wears a title, lies. +1918 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 137. + + +=Toad.= + +Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. +1919 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 800. + + +=Tobacco.= + +Sublime tobacco! which from east to west +Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest. +1920 +BYRON: _The Island,_ Canto ii., St. 19. + + +=To-day.= + +Happy the man and happy he alone, +He who can call to-day his own. +1921 +DRYDEN: _Im. of Horace,_ Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65. + +Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; +And in one little word, our life, what is it but--To-day? +1922 +TUPPER: _Proverbial Phil. of To-day_ + + +=Toil.= + +No man is born into the world whose work +Is not born with him. There is always work, +And tools to work withal, for those who will; +And blessed are the horny hands of toil. +1923 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _A Glance Behind the Curtain._ + + +_Tomb._ + +E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, + E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. +1924 +GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 23. + + +=To-morrow.= + +To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, +Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, +To the last syllable of recorded time; +And all our yesterdays have lighted fools +The way to dusty death. +1925 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5. + +Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, +To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise. +1926 +CONGREVE: _Letter to Cobham._ + +To-morrow comes and we are where? +Then let us live to-day. +1927 +SCHILLER: _The Victory Feast,_ St. 13. + +Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? +Whom young and old, and strong and weak, +Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, +Thy sweet smiles we ever seek-- +In thy place--ah! well-a-day! +We find the thing we fled--To-day. +1928 +SHELLEY: _To-morrow._ + + +=Tongue.= + +While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. +1929 +SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, +And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee +Where thrift may follow fawning. +1930 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +Sacred interpreter of human thought, +How few respect or use thee as they ought! +But all shall give account of every wrong, +Who dare dishonor or defile the tongue. +1931 +COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 23. + + +=Tools.= + +For all a rhetorician's rules +Teach nothing but to name his tools. +1932 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 89. + + +=Toothache.= + +There was never yet philosopher +That could endure the toothache patiently. +1933 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Torrent.= + +So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar +But bind him to his native mountains more. +1934 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 217. + + +=Torture.= + +The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, +And boil in endless torture. +1935 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 69. + + +=Towers.= + +Towers and battlements it sees +Bosom'd high in tufted trees. +1936 +MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 75. + + +=Town.= + +God made the country, and man made the town. +1937 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk i., Line 749. + + +=Toys.= + +Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, +And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. +1938 +AKENSIDE: _Virtuoso,_ St. 10. + + +=Trade.= + +But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train +Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain; +Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, +Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose. +1939 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 63. + +Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. +1940 +DR. JOHNSON: _Line added to Goldsmith's Des. Village._ + + +=Tranquillity.= + +Like ships that have gone down at sea +When heaven was all tranquillity. +1941 +MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Light of the Harem._ + + +=Traveller--Travelling.= + +Now spurs the lated traveller apace +To gain the timely inn. +1942 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + +When I was at home, I was in a better place; +But travellers must be content. +1943 +SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + + In travelling +I shape myself betimes to idleness +And take fools' pleasures.... +1944 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. i. + + +=Treason.= + +Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, +Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. +1945 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + So Judas kiss'd his master, +And cried--All hail! when as he meant--all harm. +1946 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 7. + +Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? +Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason. +1947 +SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: _Epigrams,_ Bk. iv., Epigram 5. + +Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried; +Successful crimes alone are justified. +1948 +DRYDEN: _Medals,_ Line 207. + + +=Treasure.= + + The unsunn'd heaps +Of miser's treasure. +1949 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 398. + + +=Trees.= + +Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun +Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look +On a departing lover--most serene. +1950 +ROBERT BROWNING: _Pauline,_ Line 726. + +The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned +To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, +And spread the roof above them. +1951 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Forest Hymn._ + +Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, +Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, +Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, +Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. +1952 +HENRY VAUGHAN: _The Timber._ + +A brotherhood of venerable trees. +1953 +WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet composed at ---- Castle._ + + +=Trial.= + +We learn through trial. +1954 +MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Attainment,_ St. 7. + + +=Trifles.= + +Since trifles make the sum of human things, +And half our misery from our foibles springs. +1955 +HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility._ + +Think nought a trifle, though it small appear; +Small sands the mountain, moments make the year; +And trifles life. +1956 +YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 193. + + +=Triumph.= + +Why comes temptation, but for man to meet +And master, and make crouch beneath his foot, +And so be pedestaled in triumph? +1957 +ROBERT BROWNING: _The Ring and the Book,_ Line 1185. + + +=Trouble.= + +Double, double toil and trouble, +Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. +1958 +SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + To be, or not to be: that is the question: +Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer +The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, +Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, +And by opposing end them. +1959 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + +=Truth.= + +Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. +1960 +CHAUCER: _The Frankeleines Tale,_ Line 11789. + +O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. +1961 +SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +Truth crushed to earth shall rise again: +The eternal years of God are hers. +1962 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Battle-field._ + +Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; +A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. +1963 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13. + +Truth has such a face and such a mien, +As to be lov'd, needs only to be seen. +1964 +DRYDEN: _Hind and Panther,_ Pt. i., Line 33. + +He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, +And all are slaves beside. +1965 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 133. + + Truth is one; +And, in all lands beneath the sun, +Whoso hath eyes to see may see +The tokens of its unity. +1966 +WHITTIER: _Miriam._ + +Truth is truth howe'er it strike. +1967 +ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 198. + +I love truth: truth's no cleaner thing than love. +1968 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. iii., Line 735. + +Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all +Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. +1969 +KEATS: _Ode on a Grecian Urn._ + +Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne. +1970 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis,_ St. 8. + + +=Tulips.= + +Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays +Her idle freaks; from family diffused +To family, as flies the father-dust, +The varied colors run; and while they break +On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks, +With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. +1971 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 539. + + +=Tune.= + +Strange that a harp of thousand strings +Should keep in tune so long! +1972 +WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 19. + + +=Turf.= + +Green be the turf above thee, + Friend of my better days! +1973 +FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _On Joseph Rodman Drake._ + + +=Turk.= + +Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, +Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. +1974 +POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 197. + + +=Twilight.= + +Now came still evening on, and twilight gray +Had in her sober livery all things clad. +1975 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598. + + Peacefully +The quiet stars came out, one after one; +The holy twilight fell upon the sea, +The summer day was done. +1976 +CELIA THAXTER: _A Summer Day,_ St. 15 + + +=Tyranny.= + +'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. +1977 +SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + +'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known-- +Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. +1978 +HERRICK: _Aph. Kings and Tyrants._ + +Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that +Of blood and chains? +1979 +BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act i., Sc. 2. + + + + +==U.== + + +=Uncertainty.= + +Oh, how this spring of love resembleth +The uncertain glory of an April day! +1980 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3. + + +=Unity.= + +Two souls with but a single thought, +Two hearts that beat as one. +1981 +MARIA WHITE LOWELL: _Ingomar the Barbarian,_ Act ii. + + +=Unkindness.= + +This was the most unkindest cut of all. +1982 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Use.= + + These things are beyond all use, +And I do fear them. +1983 +SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + + + +==V.== + + +=Vacuity.= + +He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, +And whistled as he went, for want of thought. +1984 +DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 84. + + +=Valentine.= + +Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, +Birds choose their mates, and couple too, this day; +But by their flight I never can divine +When I shall couple with my Valentine. +1985 +HERRICK: _Aph. To His Valentine._ + + +=Valor.= + +Fear to do base unworthy things is valor; +If they be done to us, to suffer them, +Is valor too. +1986 +BEN JONSON: _New Inn,_ Act iv., Sc. 3. + + +=Vanity.= + +Light vanity, insatiate cormorant +Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. +1987 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + +What dotage will not Vanity maintain? +What web too weak to catch a modern brain? +1988 +COWPER: _Expostulation,_ Line 630. + + +=Vapor.= + +A wing vapor melting in a tear. +1989 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xix., Line 143. + + +=Variety.= + +Variety's the very spice of life, +That gives it all its flavor. +1990 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 606. + + +=Vault.= + + Heaven's ebon vault +Studded with stars unutterably bright. +1991 +SHELLEY: _Queen Mab._ + + +=Vengeance.= + +In high vengeance there is noble scorn. +1992 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv. + + +=Venice.= + +I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, +A palace and a prison on each hand. +1993 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 1. + +In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more, +And silent rows the songless gondolier. +1994 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 3. + + +=Venus.= + +Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, +And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. +1995 +POPE: _Wife of Bath, Her Prologue,_ Line 369. + + +=Verse.= + +Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time +Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme. +1996 +POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76. + +Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; +She feels no biting pang the while she sings. +1997 +RICHARD GIFFORD: _Contemplation._ + + +=Vice.= + +There is no vice so simple, but assumes +Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. +1998 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, +And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. +1999 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 760. + +Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, +As to be hated needs but to be seen; +Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, +We first endure, then pity, then embrace. +2000 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 217. + + +=Victory.= + +Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, +And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. +2001 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +"But what good came of it at last?" +Quoth little Peterkin. +"Why, that I cannot tell," said he; +"But 'twas a famous victory." +2002 +ROBERT SOUTHEY: _Battle of Blenheim._ + + +=Village.= + +Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. +2003 +GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._ + + Suburban villas, highway-side retreats, +That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets, +Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze +With all a July sun's collected rays, +Delight the citizen, who gasping there, +Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air. +2004 +COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 481. + + +=Villain.= + +Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; +That when I note another man like him +I may avoid him. +2005 +SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Vine.= + +Come, thou monarch of the vine, +Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! +2006 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 7. + + +=Violet.= + +A violet by a mossy stone + Half hidden from the eye; +Fair as a star, when only one + Is shining in the sky. +2007 +WORDSWORTH: _She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways._ + +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, +Live within the sense they quicken. +2008 +SHELLEY: _Music, When Soft Voices Die._ + +What thought is folded in thy leaves! +What tender thought, what speechless pain! +I hold thy faded lips to mine, +Thou darling of the April rain! +2009 +THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: _The Faded Violet._ + + +=Virtue.= + +Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; +Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues +Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike +As if we had them not. +2010 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues +We write in water. +2011 +SHAKS.: _Henry III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +Assume a virtue if you have it not. +2012 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4. + +Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt; +Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd; +Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, +Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. +2013 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 589. + +Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed, +What then? Is the reward of virtue bread? +2014 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 149. + + +=Vision.= + +And in clear dream and solemn vision +Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear. +2015 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453. + + +=Voice.= + + Her voice was ever soft, +Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. +2016 +SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + + +=Vows.= + +Unheedful vows may needfully be broken. +2017 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 6. + +It is the hour when lovers' vows + Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. +2018 +BYRON: _Parisina,_ St. 1. + + + + +==W.== + + +=Wagers.= + +Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers +Say fools for arguments use wagers. +2019 +BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297. + + +=Walks.= + + A pillar'd shade +High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. +2020 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 1106. + +Whene'er I take my walks abroad, + How many poor I see! +2021 +WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song iv. + + +=War.= + + O war, thou son of hell, +Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister, +Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part +Hot coals of vengeance!--Let no soldier fly; +He that is truly delicate to war +Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself. +2022 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2. + +Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front. +2023 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, +Kings would not play at. +2024 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 186. + +War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!" +2025 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 86. + +War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, +Sweet is the smell of powder. +2026 +LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish,_ Pt. iv., Line 135. + + +=Warning.= + +Men that stumble at the threshold, +Are well foretold that danger lurks within. +2027 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + + +=Warrior.= + +But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, + With his martial cloak around him. +2028 +CHARLES WOLFE: _Burial of Sir John Moore._ + + +=Washington.= + +Washington's a watchword such as ne'er +Shall sink while there's an echo left to air. +2029 +BYRON: _Age of Bronze,_ St. 5. + + +=Water.= + +Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. +2030 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + + Till taught by pain, +Men really know not what good water's worth: +If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, +Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth, +Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, +You'd wish yourself where truth is--in a well. +2031 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 84. + + +=Wave.= + +So gently shuts the eye of day; + So dies a wave along the shore. +2032 +MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._ + +A life on the ocean wave! + A home on the rolling deep, +Where the scattered waters rave, + And the winds their revels keep! +2033 +EPES SARGENT: _Life On the Ocean Wave._ + + +=Way.= + +Like one that had been led astray +Through the heav'n's wide, pathless way. +2034 +MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 65. + + +=Weakness.= + + If weakness may excuse, +What murderer, what traitor, parricide, +Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? +All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, +With God or man will gain thee no remission. +2035 +MILTON: _Sam. Agonistes,_ Line 831. + + +=Wealth.= + + If thou art rich, thou art poor; +For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, +Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, +And death unloads thee. +2036 +SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1. + +To purchase heaven, has gold the power? +Can gold remove the mortal hour? +In life, can love be bought with gold? +Are friendship's pleasures to be sold? +2037 +DR. JOHNSON: _To a Friend._ + + +=Weeds.= + + Have hung +My dank and dropping weeds +To the stern god of sea. +2038 +MILTON: _Tr. of Horace,_ Bk. i., Ode 5. + + +=Welcome.= + +So, you are very welcome to our house. +It must appear in other ways than words, +Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy. +2039 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + +A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, +And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome. +2040 +SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1. + + +=Wheel.= + +I wandered by the brookside, + I wandered by the mill; +I could not hear the brook flow, + The noisy wheel was still. +2041 +RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: _The Brookside._ + + +=Wickedness.= + +There is a method in man's wickedness,-- +It grows up by degrees. +2042 +BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _A King and No King,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + + +=Widows.= + +May widows wed as often as they can, +And ever for the better change their man; +And some devouring plague pursue their lives, +Who will not well be govern'd by their wives. +2043 +DRYDEN: _Wife of Bath,_ Line 543. + + +=Wife.= + + She is mine own: +And I as rich in having such a jewel, +As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, +The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. +2044 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, +Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. +2045 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2. + +The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, +Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, +Who guards her, or with her the worst endures. +2046 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 267. + +She is a bonnie wee thing, +This sweet wee wife o' mine. +2047 +BURNS: _My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing._ + +The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life +Is the unclouded welcome of a wife. +2048 +N.P. WILLIS: _Lady Jane,_ Canto ii., St. 11. + + +=Wilderness.= + +Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, +Some boundless contiguity of shade. +2049 +COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 1. + + +=Will.= + +A weapon that comes down as still + As snowflakes fall upon the sod; +But executes a freeman's will, + As lightning does the will of God. +2050 +JOHN PIERPONT: _A Word from a Petitioner._ + + +=Willow.= + +A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree; + Oh, willow, willow, willow! +With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, + Oh, willow, willow, willow! +2051 +THOMAS PERCY: _Willow, Willow, Willow._ + + +=Wind.= + +What wind blew you hither, Pistol? +Not the ill wind which blows none to good. +2052 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes +The doors and window-blinds and makes +Mysterious moanings in the halls; +The convent-chimneys seem almost +The trumpets of some heavenly host, +Setting its watch upon our walls! +2053 +LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Abbot Joachim._ + +A gentle wind of western birth, +From some far summer sea, +Wakes daisies in the wintry earth. +2054 +GEORGE MACDONALD: _Songs of the Spring Days._ + +A melancholy sound is in the air, +A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail +Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night. +2055 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Rain Dream._ + + +=Windows.= + +Rich windows that exclude the light, + And passages that lead to nothing. +2056 +GRAY: _A Long Story._ + + +=Wine.= + +Wine makes Love forget its care, +And mirth exalts a feast. +2057 +PARNELL: _Anacreontic, "Gay Bacchus, etc.",_ St. 2. + +And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, +Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. +2058 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xiv., Line 520. + + +=Wing.= + +This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing +To waft me from distraction. +2059 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 85. + +How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, +The morne not waking til she sings. +2060 +JOHN LYLY: _Cupid and Campaspe,_ Act v., Sc. 1 + + +=Winter.= + +Now is the winter of our discontent +Made glorious summer by this sun of York. +2061 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, +Sullen and sad, with all his rising train, +Vapors, and clouds, and storms. +2062 +THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 1. + +But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts +Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; +Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods +All flushed with many hues. +2063 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._ + +No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, +But winter lingering chills the lap of May. +2064 +GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 171. + +In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane +The redbreast looks in vain + For hips and haws, +Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane + The silver pencil of the winter draws. +2065 +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Winter._ + + +=Wisdom.= + +Wisdom and fortune combating together, +If that the former dare but what it can, +No chance may shake it. +2066 +SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iii., Sc. 11. + + What is it to be wise? +'Tis but to know how little can be known; +To see all others' faults, and feel your own. +2067 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 260. + + The stream from Wisdom's well, +Which God supplies, is inexhaustible. +2068 +BAYARD TAYLOR: _Wisdom of All._ + + And Wisdom's self +Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude. +2069 +MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 373. + + +=Wishes.= + +Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. +2070 +SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4. + +Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines. +2071 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 662. + + +=Wit--Wits.= + +I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, +That hath but one hole for to sterten to. +2072 +CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,_ Line 6154. + +Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking +Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer. +2073 +HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 41. + +Great wits are sure to madness near allied, +And thin partitions do their bounds divide. +2074 +DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 163. + +Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain, +Treat those of common parts with proud disdain. +2075 +CRABBE: _Patron,_ Line 229. + +Though I am young, I scorn to flit +On the wings of borrowed wit. +2076 +GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Hunting._ + + +=Witches.= + + Midnight hags, +By force of potent spells, of bloody characters, +And conjurations, horrible to hear, +Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep, +And set the ministers of hell at work. +2077 +ROWE: _Jane Shore,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Woe.= + +But I have that within which passeth show; +These but the trappings and the suits of woe. +2078 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; +They love a train, they tread each other's heel. +2079 +YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iii., Line 63. + +Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure +Thrill the deepest notes of woe. +2080 +BURNS: _Sweet Sensibility._ + + +=Wolf.= + +He's the symbol of hunger the whole earth through, +His spectre sits at the door or cave, +And the homeless hear with a thrill of fear +The sound of his wind-swept voice on the air. +2081 +HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Gaunt Gray Wolf._ + + +=Woman.= + +Women are as roses; whose fair flower, +Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. +2082 +SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 4. + +Honor to women! to them it is given +To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven. +2083 +SCHILLER: _Honor to Women._ + + Nothing lovelier can be found +In woman, than to study household good, +And good works in her husband to promote. +2084 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 232. + +O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee +To temper man; we had been brutes without you. +2085 +OTWAY: _Venice Preserved,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Where is the man who has the power and skill +To stem the torrent of a woman's will? +For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; +And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't. +2086 +_Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the + Dane John Field, Canterbury._ [_Examiner_: May 31, 1829.] + +And yet believe me, good as well as ill, +Woman's at best a contradiction still. +Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can +Its last best work, but forms a softer man. +2087 +POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 269. + +Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. +2088 +JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Irene._ + +And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify +A woman; so she's good, what does it signify? +2089 +BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 57. + +Oh, woman! in our hours of ease, +Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, +And variable as the shade +By the light quivering aspen made; +When pain and anguish wring the brow, +A ministering angel thou! +2090 +SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 30. + +The woman that deliberates is lost. +2091 +ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + +A woman mixed of such fine elements +That were all virtue and religion dead +She'd make them newly, being what she was. +2092 +GEORGE ELIOT: _The Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii. + +Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen, +We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen. +2093 +RUDYARD KIPLING: _An Imperial Rescript._ + + +=Wonder.= + +A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour! +2094 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2. + + +=Woodland.= + +Yon woodland, like a human mind, + Has many a phase of dark and light; +Now dim with shadows wandering blind, + Now radiant with fair shapes of light. +2095 +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: _The Woodland._ + + +=Woodman.= + +Woodman, spare that tree! + Touch not a single bough! +In youth it sheltered me, + And I'll protect it now. +2096 +GEORGE P. MORRIS: _Woodman, Spare that Tree._ + + +=Woods.= + + Fresh gales and gentle airs +Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings +Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub. +2097 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 508. + + +=Words.= + + 'Tis well said again, +And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well: +And yet words are no deeds. +2098 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + +My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: +Words without thoughts, never to heaven go. +2099 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3. + + Apt words have power to 'suage +The tumors of a troubled mind; +And are as balm to fester'd wounds. +2100 +MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 184. + +Our words have wings, but fly not where we would. +2101 +GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii. + +Words, however, are things. +2102 +OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6. + + +=Wordsworth.= + +Time may restore us in his course +Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force; +But where will Europe's latter hour +Again find Wordsworth's healing power? +2103 +MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Memorial Verses._ + + +=Work.= + + Free men freely work: +Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease. +2104 +MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. viii., Line 752. + +Men must work, and women must weep. +2105 +CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Three Fishers._ + + +=World.= + +Why, then, the world's mine oyster, +Which I with sword will open. +2106 +SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + +You have too much respect upon the world: +They lose it that do buy it with much care. +2107 +SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Fast by hanging in a golden chain, +This pendent world, in bigness as a star. +2108 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1051. + +This world is all a fleeting show, +For man's illusion given; +The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, +Deceitful shine, deceitful flow-- +There 's nothing true but Heaven. +2109 +MOORE: _This World is all a Fleeting Show._ + +I have not loved the world, nor the world me. +2110 +BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 113. + + +=Worm.= + +The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. +2111 +SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2. + + +=Worship.= + +There may be worship without words. +2112 +LONGFELLOW: _My Cathedral._ + + +=Worth.= + +Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; +The rest is all but leather or prunella. +2113 +POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 203. + + +=Wounds.= + +Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. +2114 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3. + +Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike. +2115 +POPE: _Prol. to the Satires,_ Line 201. + + +=Wrath.= + +Come not within the measure of my wrath. +2116 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4. + +Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring +Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! +2117 +POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 1. + + +=Wreaths.= + +Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, +Our bruised arms hung up for monuments. +2118 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + + +=Wrecks.= + +Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, +Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon. +2119 +SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 4. + + +=Wretch.= + +A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, +A living dead man. +2120 +SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1. + + +=Writing.= + +You write with ease to show your breeding, +But easy writing's curs'd hard reading. +2121 +SHERIDAN: _Clio's Prot._ + +Of all those arts in which the wise excel, +Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. +2122 +SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry._ + + +=Wrong.= + + Behold on wrong +Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong! +2123 +POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. viii., Line 367. + +Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. +2124 +WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii. + + + + +==X.== + + +=Xerxes.= + +Xerxes did die, +And so must I. +2125 +_From the New England Primer._ + + + + +==Y.== + + +=Years.= + + Jumping o'er times, +Turning the accomplishment of many years +Into an hourglass. +2126 +SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Chorus. + +Years following years, steal something every day; +At last they steal us from ourselves away. +2127 +POPE: Satire vi., Line 72. + +I sigh not over vanished years, +But watch the years that hasten by. +Look, how they come,--a mingled crowd +Of bright and dark, but rapid days. +2128 +WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Lapse of Time._ + + None would live past years again, +Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain. +2129 +DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1. + + +=Yesterday.= + +Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return! +2130 +SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + +=Yew-Tree.= + +Old yew, which graspest at the stones + That name the underlying dead, + Thy fibres net the dreamless head, +Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. +2131 +TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ii., St. 1. + + +=Youth.= + + For youth no less becomes +The light and careless livery that it wears, +Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, +Importing health and graveness. +2132 +SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7. + +Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. +2133 +SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1. + +Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, +Like marigolds, toward the sunny side. +2134 +JEAN INGELOW: _Four Bridges,_ St. 56. + +How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams +With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! +2135 +LONGFELLOW: _Morituri Salutamus._ + +In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, + Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. +2136 +GRAY: _Bard,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9. + + + + +==Z.== + + +=Zeal.= + +Had I but served my God with half the zeal +I served my king, he would not in mine age +Have left me naked to mine enemies. +2137 +SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2. + + His zeal +None seconded, as out of season judg'd, +Or singular and rash. +2138 +MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 849. + + + + +INDEX TO AUTHORS. + + +The references which follow the Chronological Data are the _numbers_ +of the Quotations in consecutive order from the respective Authors +under which they are placed. + +Addison, Joseph. +b. Milston, Wiltshire, Eng., 1672; d. London, Eng., 1719. +--50, 393, 556, 629, 700, 713, 749, 766, 925, 969, +1078, 1583, 1814, 2091. + +Akenside, Mark. +b. Newcastle-upon-Tyne, 1721; d. London, Eng., 1770. +--1865, 1938. + +Aldrich, James. +b. New York, 1810; d 1856. +--1481. + +Aldrich, Thomas Bailey. +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1836; d. 1907. +--238, 407, 771, 2009. + +Allen, Elizabeth Akers. +b. Strong, Me., 1832; .... +--313. + +Armstrong, John. +b. Liddesdale, Eng, 1709; d. London, Eng., 1779. +--1864. + +Arnold, Sir Edwin. +b. London, 1832; d. 1904. +--498. + +Arnold, Matthew. +b. Laleham, Middlesex, Eng., 1822; d. Eng, 1888. +--1537, 2103. + +Aytoun, William Edmondstoune. +b. Fifeshire, 1813; d. 1865. +--1735. + + +Bailey, Philip James. +b. Nottingham, Eng, 1816; d. 1902. +--43, 79, 322, 531, 614, 746, 967, 1349, 1770, 1833. + +Baillie, Joanna. +b. Lanarkshire, Scot, 1762; d. Hampstead, Eng., 1851. +--198. + +Barbauld, Anna Laetitia. +b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1743; d. 1825. +--782, 1717, 2032. + +Barrington, George. +b. Maynooth, Ireland, 1755; d. New South Wales at a great age. +--413. + +Barry, Michael J. +_Circa_ 1815. +--1340. + +Baxter, Richard. +b. Rowdon, Shropshire, Eng., 1615; d. 1691. +--1375. + +Bayly, Thomas Haynes. +b. near Bath, Eng., 1797; d. 1839. +--218, 1335. + +Beattie, James. +b. Laurencekirk Scot., 1735; d. Aberdeen, Scot., 1803. +--60, 485, 670, 837. + +Beaumont and Fletcher. + Beaumont, Francis. + b. Leicestershire, Eng., 1586; d. 1615. + Fletcher, John. + b. Rye, Eng., 1576; d. London, Eng., 1625. +--19, 22, 204, 408, 559, 598, 1154, +1231, 1568, 1861, 1917, 2042. + +Benserade, Isaac de. +b. in Upper Normandy, 1612; d. 1691. +--164. + +Blair, Robert. +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1699; d. Athelstaneford, Scot., 1747. +--85, 819, 836, 1651. + +Booth, Barton. +b. Lancashire, Eng, 1681; d. 1733. +--1354. + +Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth. +b. Fredericksvern, Norway, 1848; d. 1895. +--1028, 1162. + +Bramston, James. +b. England; d. 1744. +--875. + +Brown, John. +b. England, 1715; d. 1766. +--49, 431. + +Brown, Tom. +b. Shropshire, Eng., 1663; d. 1704. +--562. + +Browning, Elizabeth Barrett. +b. London, Eng., 1809; d. Florence, Italy, 1861. +--160, 196, 650, 778, 848, 887, 1006, 1039, 1073, 1296, 1373, 1659, +1709, 1733, 1968, 2104. + +Browning, Robert. +b. Camberwell, Eng., 1812; d. 1889. +--65, 129, 251, 474, 519, 681, 747, 865, 993, 994, 996, 1086, 1123, +1188, 1222, 1228, 1312, 1344, 1351, 1450, 1667, 1710, 1822, +1825, 1901, 1950, 1957, 1967. + +Bryant, William Cullen. +b. Cummington, Mass., 1794; d. New York, 1878. +--234, 240, 317, 627, 697, 725, 758, 851, 906, +1155, 1246, 1277, 1321, 1445, 1604, 1663, 1793, 1819, 1951, +1962, 2055, 2063, 2128. + +Bulwer, Edward George Earle Lytton [Baron Lytton]. +b. London, Eng., 1803; d. Torquay, France, 1873. +--1323. + +Bunn, Alfred. +b. England; d. 1860. +--888. + +Bunyan, John. +b. Elstow, Eng., 1628; d. London, Eng., 1688. +--664, 1383. + +Burns, Robert. +b. Ayr, Scot., 1759; d. Dumfries, Scot., 1796. +--20, 208, 222, 242, 552, 588, 592, 604, 694, 773, 783, 954, 964, 986, +1080, 1095, 1106, 1109, 1129, 1147, 1193, 1345, 1435, 1588, +1599, 1600, 1642, 1704, 2047, 2080. + +Butler, Samuel. +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1612; d. London, Eng., 1680. +--39, 153, 236, 303, 305, 405, 423, 549, 566, 574, +615, 799, 972, 992, 1014, 1110, 1209, 1271, 1284, 1334, 1347, +1394, 1405, 1449, 1496, 1504, 1510, 1557, 1585, 1682, 1705, +1811, 1852, 1858, 1886, 1932, 2019. + +Byron, George Gordon, Lord. +b. London, Eng., 1788; d. Missolonghi, Greece, 1824. +--31, 59, 62, 116, 133, 148, 169, 176, 209, 315, 351, 352, 354, +368, 388, 419, 451, 460, 469, 470, 486, 506, 511, 534, 537, 553, 582, +594, 612, 619, 651, 677, 734, 748, 751, 787, 813, 841, 842, 843, 850, +878, 879, 898, 908, 910, 995, 1059, 1075, 1087, 1115, 1131, 1133, +1166, 1221, 1229, 1232, 1251, 1275, 1303, 1337, 1391, 1407, +1419, 1442, 1498, 1506, 1522, 1529, 1538, 1556, 1563, 1573, +1575, 1580, 1596, 1601, 1620, 1621, 1625, 1668, 1672, 1679, +1686, 1688, 1716, 1718, 1731, 1751, 1792, 1794, 1818, 1847, +1851, 1862, 1884, 1897, 1910, 1920, 1935, 1979, 1993, 1994, +2018, 2025, 2029, 2031, 2059, 2089, 2094, 2110. + + +Campbell, Thomas. +b. Glasgow, Scot., 1777; d. Boulogne, France, 1844. +--142, 149, 359, 570, 715, 723, 933, 1243, 1390, +1541, 1584, 1593, 1694, 1703, 1741, 1877. + +Canning, George. +b. London, Eng., 1770; d. Cheswick, Eng., 1827. +--729. + +Carey, Henry. +b. 1663; d. Coldbath-Fields, Eng., 1743. +--349. + +Carlyle, Thomas. +b. Ecclefechan, Scot., 1795; d. Chelsea, near London, Eng., 1881. +--1090, 1150. + +Cary, Alice. +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1820; d. New York City, 1871. +--536, 1262. + +Cary, Phoebe. +b. near Cincinnati, O., 1824; d. New York City, 1871. +--646. + +Chapman, George. +b. Hitchin, Eng, 1557; d. London, Eng., 1634. +--658. + +Chatterton, Thomas. +b. Bristol, Eng, 1752; d. London, Eng., 1770. +--1136. + +Chaucer, Geoffrey. +b. London, Eng., 1328; d. 1400. +--40, 104, 1647, 1853, 1960, 2072. + +Chorley, Henry Fothergill. +b. 1808; d. 1872. +--1268. + +Churchill, Charles. +b. Westminster, Eng., 1731; d. Boulogne, France, 1764. +--98, 100, 135, 530, 698, 703, 874, 978, 1713, 1749. + +Clemmer, Mary. +b. Utica, N.Y., 1839; d. 1884. +--676. + +Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1772; d. London, Eng., 1834. +--71, 143, 282, 395, 465, 484, 599, 708, 728, +979, 1138, 1227, 1336, 1372, 1379, 1431, 1473, 1507, 1561, 1673. + +Collins, William. +b. Chichester, Eng., 1720; d. Chichester, Eng., 1756. +--227, 928, 1035, 1239. + +Colman, George [the younger]. +b. 1762; d. London, Eng., 1836. +--971. + +Congreve, William. +b. Bardsey, Eng., 1670; d. London, Eng., 1729. +--185, 775, 1237, 1867, 1926. + +Cook, Eliza. +b. London, Eng., 1817; d. 1889. +--1747. + +"Cornwall, Barry." +_See_ PROCTER, BRYAN WALLER. + +Cowley, Abraham. +b. London, Eng., 1618, d. Chertsey, Eng., 1667. +--479, 786. + +Cowper, William. +b. Great Berkhamstead, Hertfordshire, Eng., 1731; d. 1800. +--30, 102, 146, 175, 365, 403, 412, 586, 591, +656, 739, 762, 868, 889, 914, 960, 1036, 1079, 1201, 1393, 1401, 1404, +1437, 1466, 1475, 1571, 1637, 1723, 1752, 1759, 1799, 1916, 1931, 1937, +1965, 1988, 1990, 2004, 2024, 2049. + +Crabbe, George. +b. Aldborough, Eng., 1754; d. Trowbridge, Eng., 1832. +--44, 205, 330, 379, 428, 1382, 1412, 1515, 1576, 1617, 1702, 1880, 2075. + +Cranch, Christopher Pearse. +b. Alexandria, Va., 1813; d. 1892. +--1903. + +Crashaw, Richard. +b. London, Eng., about 1616; d. Italy, about 1650. +--541, 814. + +Croly, George. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1780; d. 1860. +--1261. + + +Dana, Richard Henry. +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1787; d. Boston, Mass., 1878. +--1773. + +Dante, Alighieri. +b. Florence, Italy, 1265; d. Ravenna, 1321. +--936. + +Darwin, Erasmus. +b. Newark, Eng., 1731; d. Derby, Eng., 1802. +--1168. + +Defoe, Daniel. +b. London, Eng., 1661; d. London, Eng., 1731. +--384, 1300. + +De L'Isle, Joseph Rouget. +b. Lons-le Saunice, France, 1760; d. 1836. +--807. + +Dickens, Charles. +b. Landport, near Portsmouth, Eng., 1812; d. Gadshill, + near Rochester, Eng., 1870. +--997. + +Donne, John, D.D. +b. London, Eng., 1573; d. London, Eng., 1631. +--1821. + +Dorr, Julia Caroline Ripley. +b. Charleston, S.C., 1825; .... +--1493, 1830. + +Drake, Joseph Rodman. +b. New York City, 1795; d. New York City, 1820. +--714, 761. + +Dryden, John. +b. Aldwinkle, Eng., 1631; d. London, Eng., 1701. +--158, 226, 252, 337, 344, 504, 680, 776, 790, 858, 860, +871, 884, 1179, 1234, 1299, 1346, 1358, 1362, 1365, 1425, 1460, 1549, +1577, 1610, 1764, 1772, 1836, 1909, 1921, 1948, 1964, 1984, 2043, 2074, +2129. + +Dwight, Timothy. +b. Northampton, Mass., 1752; d. New Haven, Conn., 1817. +--357. + +Dyer, Sir Edward, +b. Sharpham, near Glastonbury, _circa_ 1540; d. 1607. +--331, 1190. + +Dyer, John. +b. 1700; d. 1758. +--1053. + + +Eliot, George [Marian Evans Cross], +b. Warwickshire, Eng., 1820; d. London, Eng., 1880. +--862, 1091, 1256, 1276, 1350, 1478, 1534, 1779, 1832, 1944, 1992, 2092, +2101. + +Elliott, Ebenezer. +b. Masborough, Eng., 1781; d. near Barnsley, Eng., 1849. +--1046. + +Emerson, Ralph Waldo. +b. Boston, Mass., 1803; d. Concord, Mass., 1882. +--105, 161, 191, 239, 247, 249, 448, 605, 759, +765, 791, 817, 944, 1428, 1648, 1678, 1748. + +Everett, Edward. +b. Dorchester, Mass., 1794; d. 1865. +--912. + + +Faber, Frederick William. +b. Durham, Eng., 1814; d. Brompton, Eng., 1863. +--1516. + +Falconer, William. +b. Edinburgh, Scot., 1732; shipwrecked near Cape Good Hope, 1769. +--1059, 1675. + +Fenner, Cornelius G. +b. 1822; d. 1847. +--1609. + +Fielding, Henry. +b. Sharpham Park, Eng., 1707; d. Lisbon, Spain, 1754. +--1330. + +Fields, James Thomas. +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1817; d. 1881. +--420. + +Finch, Francis M. +b. Ithaca, N.Y., 1827; .... +--1878. + +Fletcher, John. +b. Northhamptonshire, Eng., 1576; d. 1625. +--1304, 1655. + +Ford, John. +b. Islington, Eng., 1586; d. _circa_ 1639. +--1159. + +Franklin, Benjamin. ["Richard Saunders"]. +b. Boston, Mass., 1706; d. Philadelphia, Penn., 1790. +--281. + + +Garland, Hamlin. +b. West Salem, Wis., 1860; .... +--346, 1230, 1761, 2081. + +Garrick, David. +b. Lichfield, Eng, 1716; d. London, Eng., 1779. +--406, 1724. + +Garth, Sir Samuel. +b. Bolam, Eng., _circa_ 1670; d. London, Eng., 1718. +--1395. + +Gay, John. +b. near Barnstaple Eng., 1688; d. London, Eng., 1732. +--32, 124, 620, 642, 730, 781, 883, 952, 1416, 1434, 1452, +1562, 1608, 1677. + +Gifford, Richard. +b. 1725; d. North Okendon, Eng., 1807. +--1997. + +Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. +b. Frankfort-on-the-Main, Germany, 1749; d. Weimar, Germany, 1832. +--192. + +Goldsmith, Oliver. +b. Pallis, Ireland, 1728; d. London, Eng., 1774. +--35, 58, 107, 189, 340, 341, 342, 345, 364, 466, 517, 639, 695, +707, 710, 733, 788, 849, 901, 1063, 1107, 1114, 1137, 1297, 1339, 1487, +1495, 1589, 1591, 1742, 1750, 1756, 1934, 1939, 2003, 2064. + +Gould, Hannah Flagg. +b. Lancaster, Vt., 1789; d. Newburyport, Mass, 1865. +--1553. + +Gray, Thomas. +b. London, Eng., 1716; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1771. +--103, 193, 216, 378, 382, 385, 443, 450, 613, 624, 704, 716, +720, 789, 832, 833, 863, 963, 1041, 1141, 1174, 1687, 1892, 1924, +2056, 2136. + +Green, Matthew. +b. London (?), Eng., 1696; d. 1737. +--369. + +Greene, Robert. +b. Norwich (?), _circa_ 1560; d. near Dowgate, Eng., 1592. +--1105. + + +Halleck, Fitz-Greene. +b. Guilford, Conn., 1770; d. Guilford, Conn., 1867. +--493, 904, 1313, 1973. + +Halpine, Charles Grahame ["Miles O'Reilly"], +b. Oldcastle, Meath, Ireland, 1829; d. New York City, 1868. +--756. + +Harrington, Sir John. +b. near Bath, Eng, _circa_ 1561; d. 1612. +--1947. + +Harte, Francis Bret. +b. Albany, N.Y., 1839; d. London, Eng., 1902. +--433, 1306, 1739. + +Havergal, Frances Ridley. +b. Worcestershire, Eng., 1836; d. Swansea, Eng., 1879. +--326. + +Hay, John. +b. Salem, Ind., 1838; d. 1905. +--1367. + +Hayne, Paul Hamilton. +b. Charleston, S.C., 1831: d. 1886. +--2095. + +Heber, Reginald. +b. Cheshire, Eng., 1783; d. Trichinopoly, India, 1826. +--501, 934, 1295. + +Hemans, Felicia Dorothea. +b. Liverpool, Eng, 1793; d. Dublin, Ireland, 1835. +--496, 717, 907, 1683, 1776. + +Herbert, George. +b. in Montgomery Castle, Wales, 1593; d. Bemerton, Wales, 1632. +--24, 199, 250, 602, 687, 784, 1083, +1145, 1348, 1467, 1842, 1849, 1963, 2073. + +Herrick, Robert. +b. London, Eng., 1591; d. Dean Prior, Eng., 1674. +--11, 42, 280, 461, 699, 1697, 1791, 1872, 1914, 1978, 1985. + +Heywood, Thomas. +b. Lincolnshire, Eng., 1570; d. 1649. +--28, 920. + +Hogg, James. +b. Ettrick Forest, Scot., 1772; d. 1835. +--801. + +Holmes, Oliver Wendell. +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1809; d. 1894. +--233, 618, 649, 929, 1241, 1307, 1314, 1440, 1547, 1550, 1800. + +Home, John. +b. Ancrum, Scot., 1724; d. 1808. +--265. + +Hood, Thomas. +b. London, Eng., 1798-9; d. London, Eng., 1845. +--131, 229, 298, 463, 533, 583, 867, 1208, 1282, 1414, 1438, +1472, 1652, 1695, 1788, 1904. + +Hopkinson, Joseph. +b. Philadelphia, Penn., 1770; d. 1842. +--976. + +Howe, Julia Ward. +b. New York, 1819; .... +--320. + +Hunt, Helen [Mrs. Jackson]. +b. Amherst, Mass., 1831; d. San Francisco, Cal., 1885. +--130, 1156, 1167. + +Hunt, James Henry Leigh. +b. Southgate, near London, Eng., 1784; d. 1859. +--1613. + +Hutchinson, Ellen Mackay. +--1640. + +Ingelow, Jean. +b. Ipswich Eng., 1830; d. 1897. +--9, 180, 669, 1121, 1760, 2134. + + +Jefferys, Charles. +b. 1807; d. 1865. +--231, 245. + +Johnson, Dr. Samuel. +b. Lichfield, Eng., 1709; d. London, Eng., 1784. +--132, 580, 590, 768, 815, 857, 945, 965, 989, +1003, 1111, 1940, 2037. + +Jones, Sir William. +b. London, Eng., 1746; d. India, 1794. +--1064, 1322. + +Jonson, Ben. +b. London, Eng., 1573-4; d. London, Eng., 1637. +--267, 548, 828, 1016, 1102, 1210, 1508, 1616, 1658, 1986. + + +Keats, John. +b. London, Eng., 1795; d. Rome, Italy, 1821. +--127, 159, 919, 1130, 1236, 1267, 1352, 1433, 1535, 1730, 1969. + +Keble, John. +b. Coln-St.-Aldwynds, Eng., _circa_ 1792; d. Bournemouth, Eng., 1866. +--1298. + +Kemble, Frances Anne. +b. London, Eng., 1811; d. 1893. +--248. + +Kingsley, Charles. +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1819; d. Eversley, Eng., 1875. +--15, 277, 290, 348, 516, 785, 823, 1031, 1161, 1360, +1519, 2105. + +Kipling, Rudyard. +b. Bombay, India, 1865; .... +--744, 2093. + + +Lamb, Charles. +b. London, Eng., 1775; d. London, Eng., 1834. +--311. + +Landor, Walter Savage. +b. Ipsley Court, Warwickshire, Eng., 1775; d. Florence, Italy, 1864. +--263, 688. + +Landsdowne, Lord [George Granville]. +b. Bideford, Eng., 1667; d. London, Eng., 1735. +--835. + +Larcom, Lucy. +b. Beverly Farms, Mass., 1826, d. 1893. +--840. + +Lee, Nathaniel. +b. England, 1655; d. London, Eng., 1692. +--844. + +Linley, George. +b. London, Eng., 1798; d. France, 1865. +--7, 1178. + +Lofft, Capel. +b. London, Eng., 1751, d. France, 1824. +--53. + +Logan, John. +b. Soutra, Scot., 1748, d. 1788. +--366. + +Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. +b. Portland, Me., 1807, d. Cambridge, Mass., 1882. +--110, 141, 150, 177, 307, 321, 499, 632, 654, 738, 742, 780, +796, 942, 948, 1017, 1045, 1055, 1074, 1089, 1261, 1302, 1311, +1316, 1427, 1551, 1603, 1633, 1734, 1806, 1831, 1887, 1889, +2026, 2053, 2112, 2135. + +Lovelace, Richard. +b. Woolwich, Eng., 1618; d. London, Eng., 1658. +--144, 1384. + +Lover, Samuel. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1797; d. 1868. +--1483. + +Lowe, John. +b. 1750; d. 1798. +--1217. + +Lowell, James Russell. +b. Cambridge, Mass., 1819; d. 1891. +--304, 323, 335, 391, 503, 514, 611, 635, 810, 1012, 1054, +1226, 1420, 1923, 1970, 2088. + +Lowell, Maria White. +b. Watertown, Mass., 1821; d. 1853. +--1981. + +Lowth, Robert. +b. Winchester, Eng., 1710; d. 1787. +--1403. + +Lyly, John. +b. Kent Eng., _circa_ 1553; d. _circa_ 1600. +--2060. + + +Macaulay, Thomas Babington. +b. Rothley Temple, Eng., 1800; d. Kensington, London, Eng., 1859. +--495. + +Macdonald, George. +b. Huntley, Scot., 1824; d. 1905. +--2054. + +Marlowe, Christopher. +b. Canterbury, Eng., 1565; d. Deptford, Eng., 1593. +--213, 1511, 1518, 1670. + +Martial [Marcus Valerius Martialis]. +b. Bilbilis, Spain, 43; d. Bilbilis, Spain, 104. +--505. + +Massinger, Philip. +b. near Wilton, Eng., 1584; d. on the Bankside, 1639-40. +--1411, 1817. + +Mee, William. +--675. + +"Meredith, Owen" [Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton], +b. Herts, Eng, 1831; d. 1891. +--225, 540, 645, 866, 981, 1000, 1127, 1245, 1491, 1900, 2102. + +Mickle, William Julius. +b. Dumfriesshire, Scot., 1734; d. 1788. +--946. + +Middleton, Thomas. +d. 1626. +--16, 134, 1502. + +Miller, "Joaquin" Cincinnatus Hiner. +b. Indiana, 1840; .... +--371, 477, 647, 1030, 1185, 1828. + +Milnes, Richard Monckton [Lord Houghton]. +b. Yorkshire, Eng., 1809; d. 1885. +--890, 2041. + +Milton, John. +b. London, Eng., 1608; d. 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Chester, Eng., 1717-18. +--1125, 2057. + +Payne, John Howard. +b. New York City, 1792; d. Tunis, Africa, 1852. +--916. + +Peele, George. +b. Devonshire, Eng., 1552-58; d. 1598. +--1846. + +Percival, James Gates. +b. Berlin, Conn., 1795; d. Hazelgreen, Wis., 1856. +--727, 1049. + +Percy, Bishop Thomas. +b. Bridgenorth, Eng., 1728; d. Drosnore, Eng., 1811. +--343, 2051. + +Pierpont, John. +b. Litchfield, Conn., 1785; d. 1866. +--2050. + +"Pindar, Peter" [Dr. John Walcot]. +b. Dodbrook, Eng., 1738; d. Somers' Town, Eng., 1819. +--269. + +Pitt, William. +b. Hayes, near Bromley, Eng., 1759; d. 1806. +--1680. + +Poe, Edgar Allan. +b. Boston, Mass., 1809; d. Baltimore, Md., 1849. +--173, 1531. + +Pollock, Robert. +b. Eaglesham, Scot., 1799; d. Shirley Common, Eng., 1827. +--957, 1721. + +Pope, Alexander. +b. London, Eng., 1688; d. 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Dublin, Ireland, 1745. +--719, 721, 903, 1005. + +Swinburne, Algernon Charles. +b. Holmwood, Eng., 1837; .... +--1097. + + +Taylor, Bayard. +b. Kennett Sq., Penn., 1825; d. Berlin, Ger., 1878. +--476, 1044, 1088, 1813, 1888, 2068. + +Taylor, Sir Henry. +b. Durham, Eng., 1800; d. 1886. +--449. + +Taylor, Jane. +b. London, Eng., 1783; d. Ongar, Essexshire, 1824. +--1189. + +Tennyson, Alfred. +b. Somersby, Eng., 1810; d. 1892. +--151, 166, 172, 246, 292, 319, 325, 333, 338, 584, 606, 626, 630, 648, +661, 779, 820, 881, 900, 927, 953, 1032, 1040, 1093, 1117, 1128, +1293, 1374, 1387, 1461, 1462, 1607, 1699, 1711, 1771, 1786, +1826, 1876, 1902, 2131. + +Thaxter, Celia Leighton. +b. Portsmouth, N.H., 1835; d. 1894. +--1976. + +Thomas, Frederick William. +b. Providence, R.I., 1811; d. 1866. +--10. + +Thomson, James. +b. Ednam, Scot., 1700; d. 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Basingstoke, Eng., 1728; d. 1790. +--92. + +Watts, Isaac. +b. South Hampton, Eng., 1674; d. Theobalds, Eng., 1748. +--672, 882, 1223, 1559, 1570, 1737, 1972, 2021. + +Webster, John. +b. _circa_ 1570; d. 1638. +--1066, 1795. + +White, Henry Kirke. +b. Nottingham, Eng., 1785; d. Cambridge, Eng., 1806. +--268, 401. + +Whitman, Walt. +b. Long Island, N.Y., 1819; d. 1892. +--264. + +Whittier, John Greenleaf. +b. Haverhill, Mass., 1807; d. 1892. +--532, 637, 760, 772, 1149, 1177, 1252, 1355, 1376, 1966. + +Willis, Nathaniel Parker. +b. Portland, Me., 1807; d. Idlewild, N.Y., 1867. +--1135, 2048. + +Winter, William. +b. Gloucester, Mass., 1836; .... +--76. + +Wither, George. +b. Brentworth, Eng., 1588; d. London, Eng., 1667. +--270, 2076. + +Wolfe, Charles. +b. Dublin, Ireland, 1791; d. Cove of Cork, 1823. +--2028. + +Woodworth, Samuel. +b. Scituate, Mass., 1785; d. New York City, 1842. +--244. + +Wordsworth, William. +b. Cockermouth, Eng., 1770; d. Rydal Mount, Eng., 1850. +--34, 61, 163, 174, 178, 206, 256, 274, 301, 309, 473, 487, 523, 527, +571, 593, 662, 743, 757, 769, 806, 822, 834, 917, 937, 947, 958, 968, +970, 1022, 1042, 1096, 1186, 1324, 1353, 1366, 1381, 1432, 1446, +1453, 1520, 1526, 1530, 1627, 1632, 1634, 1666, 1753, 1767, +1774, 1781, 1784, 1807, 1815, 1875, 1953, 2007, 2124. + +Wotton, Sir Henry. +b. Boughton Malherbe, Eng., 1568; d. Eaton, Eng., 1639. +--1116, 1715. + + +Young, Edward. +b. Upham, Eng., 1684; d. Welwyn, Eng., 1765. +--48, 57, 115, 179, 184, 363, 404, 434, 494, 525, 561, 980, 1070, +1385, 1410, 1455, 1465, 1471, 1602, 1729, 1763, 1810, 1860, +1868, 1918, 1956, 2071, 2079. + + + + +INDEX TO QUOTATIONS + + +The references designate the _numbers_ of the Quotations. + + +Abbots, purple as their wines, 2. + +Abdiel, so spake the seraph, 4. + +Absence conquers love, 10. + of occupation is not rest, 960. + whole years in, to deplore, 8. + +Abstinence, the defensive virtue, 11. + +Abyss, beyond is all, 628. + +Accident, by many a happy, 16. + the unthought-on, 13. + +Accidents by flood and field, 14. + our wanton, take root, 15. + +Account, sent to my, 17. + +Accounts, draw the, of evil, 388. + +Acquaintance, should auld, be forgot, 20. + +Acting of a dreadful thing, 437. + +Action, of every noble, the intent, 22. + pleasure and, make the hours seem short, 21. + +Actions of the just, 23. + +Acts, our, our angels are, 1655. + +Adam dolve and Eve span, 793. + the goodliest man, 631. + whipped the offending, 389. + +Adieu, my native shore, 31. + she cried, 32. + +Admiration, season your, for a while, 33. + +Adorning with so much art, 479. + +Adversary, a stony, 446. + +Adversite, fortunes sharpe, 40. + +Adversity, bruised with, 38. + sweet are the uses of, 37. + +Advice, danger to give, to kings, 42. + 't was good, 44 + worst men often give the best, 43. + +Affectation, with a sickly mien, 45. + +Affection is a coal that must be cooled, 47. + +Affliction is enamored of thy parts. 255. + is the good man's shining scene, 48. + tries our virtue, 49. + +Affliction's sons are brothers in distress, 242. + +Affronts, young men soon give, 50. + +Age cannot wither her, 55. + I must not tell my, 58. + rock the cradle of, 432. + when, is in, wit is out, 51. + +Agent, trust no, 279. + +Ages, alike all, 466. + +Aim, failed in the high, 65. + +Air, the, a chartered libertine, 66. + +Alacrity in sinking, 67. + +Ale, drink of Adam's, 69. + the spicy nut-brown, 68. + +Alexandrine, a needless, 70. + +Alone on a wide sea, 71. + +Amazement on thy mother sits, 72. + +Amber, to observe the forms in, 73. + +Ambition finds such joy, 78. + fling away, 74. + has but one reward, 76. + to reign is worth, 77. + which o'erleaps itself, 75. + +America, half brother of the world, 79. + +Anarch, thy hand, great, 478. + +Anarchy, hold eternal, 80. + +Ancient of days, 116. + +Angels come and go, 84. + lackey her, 300. + where, fear to tread, 83. + +Angels' visits, short and far between, 85. + +Anger never made good guard, 87. + +Anger's my meat, 86. + +Angling, the pleasantest, 88. + wagered on your, 89. + +Anna, here thou, great, 411. + +Antiquity, ways of hoar, 92. + +Apathy, in lazy, 93. + +Apollo's laurel bough, 213. + +Apostles would have done, 176. + +Apostolic blows and knocks, 574. + +Apparel, fashion wears out more, 678. + oft proclaims the man, 94. + +Apparition, a lovely, 527. + +Apparitions, like, seen and gone, 95. + +Appearances to save, his only care, 98. + +Appetite, good digestion wait on, 99. + grown by what it fed on, 46. + stands cook, 100. + +Applaud to the very echo, 101. + +Applause, attentive to his own, 276. + of listening senates, 103. + oh, popular, 102. + +Apples, since Eve ate, 553. + small choice in rotten, 316. + +April cold with dropping rain, 105. + +Aprile has fairly come, 106. + +Aprille, with his shoures sote, 104. + +Arabs, fold their tents like the, 1889. + +Arch, look on its broken, 1716. + +Arguing, in, the parson owned his skill, 107. + +Argument, height of this great, 1399. + +Arms on armor clashing, 381. + +Arrow, shot mine, o'er the house, 241. + swifter than, 1845. + +Art is the child of Nature, 110. + Nature is but, 289. + O man, is thine alone, 109. + +Artist, in framing an, 111. + +Aspect, with grave, he rose, 112. + +Aspiration lifts him from the earth, 113. + +Assurance double sure, I'll make, 114. + +Asters, purple, nod, 130. + +Atheist, by night an, half believes a God, 115. + +Athena, august, 116. + +Athens, the eye of Greece, 117 + +Attachment to the well-known place, 914. + +Attempt and not the deed, 118. + +Auburn, sweet, 2003. + +August round her precious gifts is flinging, 121. + +Aurora, fair daughter of the dawn, 122. + +Author, no, ever spared a brother, 124. + +Authority, drest in a little brief, 126. + +Authors steal their works, 123. + +Autumn in the misty morn, 131. + succeeds, a sober, tepid age, 1610. + who may paint thee, 128. + wins you best, 129. + +Avarice, a good old-gentlemanly vice, 133. + creeping on, 409. + old men sicken of, 134. + +Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, 135. + + +Bacchus with pink eyne, 2006. + +Backward, turn backward, 313. + +Balances, Jove lifts the golden, 136. + +Ball, I saw her at a county, 137. + +Banishment, bitter bread of, 138. + +Banner with the strange device, 141. + +Banners, all thy, wave, 142. + hang out our, 140. + +Bard, blind, on Chian strand, 143. + +Bark, fatal and perfidious, 456. + +Battle line, our far-flung, 744. + rages loud and long, 149. + who in life's, 194. + +Beams athwart the sea, 151. + +Bear, rugged Russian, 414. + +Beard, his tawny, 153. + was as white as snow, 152. + +Beast, that wants discourse of reason, 154. + +Beauty, a thing of, is a joy, 159. + cost her nothing, 658. + draws us with a single hair, 162. + dwells in deep retreats, 163 + is a vain and doubtful good, 156. + is its own excuse, 161. + needs not the flourish of praise, 155. + stands in the admiration, 157. + +Bed, in, we laugh, 164. + the, was made, 258. + +Bees, murmuring of innumerable, 166. + +Beggars, mounted, 167. + when, die, 168. + +Beggary, impotent and snail-paced, 524. + +Behavior, upon his good, 169. + +Belial, sons of, 170. + +Bell, merry as a marriage, 651. + the Sabbath, 1546. + +Bells, mellow wedding, 173. + ring out, wild, 172. + those evening, 171. + +Bethlehem, hail to the king of, 321. + +Birds in their little nests, 672. + +Birth is but a sleep, 178. + +Birthday, a day that rose, 180. + +Bivouac of the dead, 181. + +Blasphemy in the soldier, 182. + +Blessedness, dies in single, 283. + +Blessings brighten as they take their flight, 184. + wait on virtuous deeds, 185. + +Blind among enemies, 187. + +Bliss which centres in the mind, 189. + +Blood, a drop of manly, 191. + flesh and, so cheap, 229. + is a juice of special kind, 192. + when the, burns, 190. + +Boat, swiftly glides the bonnie, 198. + +Body, upon my burned, 598. + +Bond, I'll have my, 200. + +Bones, come to lay his, among ye, 56. + cursed be he that moves my, 201. + flesh hacked from, 709. + rattle his, over the stones 202. + thy, are marrowless, 795. + +Book, a, O rare one, 203. + +Books are a world, 206. + cannot always please, 205. + deep versed in, 207. + in the running brooks, 37. + many, are wearisome, 1439. + some, are lies, 208. + the best companions, 204. + +Bore, sound that ushers in a, 210. + +Bores and bored, the, 209. + +Borrower, neither a, nor a lender be, 211. + +Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, 211. + +Boston, solid men of, 212. + +Bound, there 's nothing but hath his, 214. + +Bounty, large was his, 216. + no winter in 't, 215. + +Bourn no traveller returns, 777. + +Bowers, lodged in thy living, 1952. + +Boys, scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging, 223. + +Braes, we twa hae run about the, 222. + +Brains, steal away their, 587. + when the, were out, 224. + +Branch, cut is the, 213. + +Brave deserves the fair, 226. + how sleep the, 227. + more, to live, 225. + on, ye, 359. + +Bravest are the tenderest, 476. + +Breach, once more unto the, 228 + +Bread, crammed with distressful, 1490. + should be so dear, 229. + +Breast, calm the troubled, 231. + +Breath, good man yields his, 232. + +Breeches are so queer, 233. + +Breezes of the South, 234. + +Brevity is very good, 236. + the soul of wit, 235. + +Bride in her bloom, 238. + +Bridge of sighs, 1993. + that arched the flood, 239. + +Brook, a, comes stealing, 240. + +Brookside, I wandered by the, 2041. + +Brother, be not over-exquisite, 90. + +Bubbles, the earth hath, 243. + +Bucket, old oaken, 244. + +Bud is on the bough, 245. + +Bugle, blow, 246. + +Bully, like a tall, 358. + +Buttercups, the children's dower, 251. + +Butterfly, a mere court, 419. + I'd be a, 218. + + +Caesar, dead and turned to clay, 253. + the word of, 253. + +Calamity, thou art wedded to, 255. + +Caledonia, stern and wild, 1052. + +Calendar, accursed in the, 454. + +Caliban, sweet eyes at, 407. + +Calumny will sear Virtue, 257. + +Camel to thread a needle's eye, 550. + +Candle, did not see the, 367. + hold their farthing, 363. + throws his beams, 259. + +Cannons spit forth their indignation, 261. + +Canteen, we have drunk from the same, 756. + +Captain, boisterous, of the sea, 265. + my, our fearful trip is done, 264. + +Caravanserai, God's green, 258. + +Care keeps his watch, 266. + pursues its victim, 268. + that is entered once, 267. + to our coffin adds a nail, 269. + will kill a cat, 270. + +Cat, a harmless, necessary, 272. + care will kill a, 270. + will mew, 273. + +Catalogue, go for men in the, 575. + +Cataract haunted me, 274. + +Caterpillars of the Commonwealth, 417. + +Cato, give his senate laws, 276. + +Cattle, call the, home, 277. + +Cause, little shall I grace my, 278. + +Caverns measureless to man, 282. + +Censure from a foe, 285. + take each man's, 41. + +Ceremony was but devised, 286. + +Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away, 315. + +Chamber, come to the bridal, 493. + +Chance, all, direction, 289. + dark idolater of, 1584. + grasps the skirts of, 333. + power men call, 288. + +Change, fear of, perplexes monarchs, 607. + itself can give no more, 291. + ringing grooves of, 292. + +Chaos, black, comes again, 293. + eldest night and, 80. + of thought and passion, 294. + +Character in thy life, 295. + +Charity, alas for the rarity of, 298. + fulfils the law, 297. + +Charm, the, by sages often told, 401. + +Charms strike the sight, 299. + +Chastity, saintly, 300. + +Chatterton, the marvellous boy, 301. + +Chaucer, well of English, 302. + +Cheek, fed on her damask, 374. + o'er her warm, 193. + +Cherubims, still quiring to the, 1708. + +Chickens, count their, 305. + +Child, a thankless, 985. + is father of the man, 309. + +Childhood, the scenes of my, 1453. + +Children are the keys of Paradise, 310. + gathering pebbles, 312. + if the, were no more, 307. + +Chime, faintly as tolls the evening, 314. + +Chivalry, charge with all thy, 142. + +Choice, follow thou thy, 317. + goes by forever, 514. + +Choler, room to your rash, 318. + +Christ, ring in the, 172 + the one great word, 322. + was born across the sea, 320. + went agin war, 323. + +Christians have burnt each other, 176. + +Christmas comes but once a year, 324. + hearth, holly round the, 325. + keep our, merry, 327. + tide, bright be thy, 326. + 't was the night before, 328. + +Church, what is a, 330. + who builds a, 329. + +Churchyards, when, yawn, 894. + +Circle of the golden year, 151. + +Citadel, a towered, 334. + +Citizens, before man made us, 335. + +City, Cain, the first, made, 786. + one who, in, pent, 336. + +Clay, blind his soul with, 338. + +Cleopatra, since, died, 145. + +Cliff, as some tall, 341. + +Clime, cold in, are cold in blood, 352. + +Climes beyond the western main, 342. + +Cloake, take thine old, 343. + +Clock worn out, 844. + +Cloud that's dragonish, 1689. + +Clouds are angels' robes, 348. + heavy with storms, 346. + hooded, like friars, 150. + on the western side, 347. + trailing, of glory, 743. + +Clown, thou art mated with a, 953. + +Coach, go call a, 349. + +Cock, the early village, 350. + +Coincidence, a strange, 351. + +Cold, 't is bitter, 353. + +Coliseum, while stands the, 354. + +Colossus, like a, 355. + +Columbia, to glory arise, 357. + +Column, where London's, 358. + +Combat, the, deepens, 359. + +Comfort comes too late, 361. + +Commandments, set my ten, 362. + +Commentators each dark passage shun, 363. + +Communion with the skies, 365. + +Companions, I have had, 311. + +Compass, I mind my, 369. + +Complexion, mislike me not for my, 372. + +Compulsion, sweet, in music, 373. + +Concealment, like a worm, 374. + +Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works, 375. + lies in his hamstring, 27. + what are they in their, 249. + +Conclusion, a foregone, 376. + +Condition is not the thing, 188. + +Conflict, dire was the noise of, 381. + more fierce the, grew, 147. + through the heat of, 256. + +Confusion on thy banners wait, 382. + worse confounded, 383. + +Conquerors that war against your own affections, 1626. + +Conquest's crimson wing, 385. + +Conscience does make cowards, 386. + into what abyss, 387. + of the king, 1341. + the, rarely gnaws, 388. + +Conscious stone to beauty grew, 247. + +Consideration like an angel came, 389. + +Consistency wuz a part of his plan, 391. + +Consolation, grief is crowned with, 390. + +Conspiracies no sooner should be formed, 393. + +Constancy lives in realms above, 395. + +Consummation devoutly to be wished, 396. + +Consumption's ghastly form, 493. + +Contemplation and valor formed, 397. + +Contempt, contemptible to shun, 398. + +Content can soothe, 401. + commends me to mine own, 400. + +Contest, great, follows, 403. + +Convents bosomed deep in vines, 2. + +Conversation, in, boldness bears sway, 199. + skill of, lies in, 404. + +Copse, near yonder, 340. + +Corruption is a tree, 408. + mining all within, 528. + shall deluge all, 409. + +Counsel, bosom up my, 410. + +Countenance will change to virtue, 1357. + +Country, God made the, 1937. + left our, for our country's good, 413. + my, 'tis of thee, 1315. + the undiscovered, 217. + +Court melted into one whisper, 1580. + +Courtesy, that fine sense which men call, 420. + +Courtier, not a, hath a heart, 418. + +Coward, call him a slanderous, 521. + never on himself relies, 428. + +Cowards, common men are, 1513. + conscience does make, 386. + die many times, 426. + +Cowslips wan, 429. + +Coxcombs, some made, 430. + vanquish Berkeley, 431. + +Crack of doom, 577. + +Cradle of reposing age, 432. + +Cradles rock us nearer to the tomb, 179. + +Creation sleeps, 434. + +Creatures, millions of spiritual, 1783. + +Credit, blest paper, 435. + +Cricket, thou winter, 12. + +Critical, I am nothing if not, 439. + +Critics I saw, that names deface, 440. + +Crocus, the yellow, 321. +Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame, 671. + our chief of men, 441. + +Cross, the, leads generations on, 442. + +Crown, a fruitless, 444. + I give away my, 3. + likeness of a kingly, 445. + +Crutch, shoulders his, 707. + +Cupid is a casuist, 448. + is painted blind, 447. + +Cure for life's ills, 449. + +Curfew tolls the knell, 450. + +Curiosity, that low vice, 451. + +Curls, shakes his ambrosial, 452. + +Current, take the, when it serves, 453. + +Curs, like to village, bark, 1200. + +Curses, mouth-honor, breath, 455. + +Custom calls me to it, 458. + that monster, 459. + +Cut, unkindest, of all, 1982. + +Cygnet to this pale faint swan, 754. + + +Daffadills, we weep to see, 461. + +Dagger, is this a, 462. + of the mind, 462. + +Daisy's cheek is tipped, 463. + +Dame, he that would win his, 423. + +Dames of ancient days, 466. + +Damn with faint praise, 1369. + +Damnation, deal, round the land, 464. + +Damned use that word in hell, 139. + +Damsel, a, lay deploring, 1608. + with a dulcimer, 465. + +Dance, on with the, 469. + the Pyrrhic, 470. + +Danger, out of this nettle, 472. + shape of, 473. + +Dante of the dread Inferno, 474. + +Dare do all that may become a man, 475. + +Darkness, all day the, 532. + bends down like a mother, 477. + the instruments of, 1885. + universal, buries all, 478. + visible, no light but, 895. + +Darling of the April rain, 2009. + +Daughter of the voice of God, 593. + still harping on my, 480. + +Day, at the close of the, 485. + begins to break, 483. + each, critique on the last, 260. + is done, 632. + it is a sultry, 1819. + the kingly, 1828. + +Days are in the yellow leaf, 486. + heavenly, that cannot die, 487. + +Days, nor mourn the unalterable, 791. + our, begin with trouble, 500. + thirty, hath September, 1211. + +Death, a necessary end, 488. + a strange, delicious amazement, 498. + all seasons for thine own, 496. + came with friendly care, 979. + close folio wing, 492. + cometh soon or late, 495. + cruel, is always near, 500. + dread of something after, 777. + his, calcined thee to dust, 602. + how wonderful is, 502. + in itself is nothing, 504. + is beautiful, 503. + lies on her, 490. + loves a shining mark, 494. + lurks in every flower, 501. + only kind to mortals, 497. + rides on every passing breeze, 501. + there is no, 499. + thou art sweet, 778. + though, be poor, 491. + 't is, to me to be at enmity, 617. + +Death's untimely frost, 773. + voice sounds like a prophet's, 904. + +Debts, call our old, in, 388. + +Decay's effacing fingers, 506. + +Deceit should steal such gentle shapes, 508. + +December, came the chill, 510. + +Decency, want of, 512. + +Deed, so shines a good, 259. + +Deeds, easy to beget great, 516. + excused his devilish, 515. + +Deep where Holland lies, 517. + +Defence, at one gate, to make, 520. + +Delay leads impotent beggary, 524. + +Deliberation, deep on his front +engraven, 526. + +Denmark, something is rotten in, 529. + +Deputy, this outward-sainted, 955. + +Desert, where no life is found, 533. + +Desire, bloom of young, 193. + liveth not in fierce, 535. + +Despair defies even despotism, 537. + then black, 538. + +Despotism, despair defies even, 537. + +Destiny, shady leaves of, 541. + +Detractions, they that hear their, 543. + +Devil, abashed the, stood, 1. + the, builds a chapel, 384. + can cite scripture, 1422. + has the largest congregation, 384. + laughing, in his sneer, 878. + sends cooks, 406. + temptation of the, 1886. + was sick, the. 546. + +Dew, resolve itself into a, 722. + +Dial, true as the, to the sun, 549. + +Die, we must all, 1231. + +Dies, nothing, but something mourns, 1232. + +Digestion, good, wait on appetite, 99. + +Digression, there began a lang, 552. + +Dinner, much depends on, 553. + +Discontent, the winter of our, 2061. + +Discord, brayed horrible, 381. + effects from civil, 556. + oft in music, 555. + +Discourse, with such large, 557. + +Discretion, not to outsport, 558. + the best part of valor, 559. + +Diseases, desperate grown, 560. + +Disguise, 't is manly to disdain, 561. + +Disobedience, of man's first, 563. + +Disposition, a very melancholy, 565. + +Dispute, could we forbear, 63. + +Distance lends enchantment, 570. + +Diver did hang a salt-fish, 89. + +Divinity that shapes our ends, 573. + +Doctor Fell, I do not love thee, 562. + +Dog, I'd rather be a, 237. + will have his day, 273. + +Dogs of war, let slip the, 1499. + +Dolphins play, pleased to see, 369. + +Dome, hand that rounded Peter's, 247. + +Dominion over palm and pine, 744. + +Done, if it were, when 't is, 25. + +Doubt, modest, is called, 578. + +Doubts, our, are traitors, 579. + +Doves, the moan of, 166. + +Drama's laws, the, 580. + +Dream, a, so sweet, 554. + fickle as a changeful, 702. + +Dreams are a world, 206. + are children of an idle brain, 581. + have breath and tears, 582. + glimpses of forgotten, 584. + some, are nothing but dreams, 583. + such stuff as, are made on, 1726. + +Dress, be plain in, 585. + drains our cellar dry, 586. + we sacrifice to, 586. + +Drink, give him strong, 588. + +Drunkard, some frolic, 590. + +Dulcimer, damsel with a, 465. + +Dunce, a, at home, 591. + +Dungeon, dweller in yon, 592. + +Duty, if that name thou love, 593. I + + +Eagle, stretched upon the plain, 594. + +Eagle's fate and mine are one, 1657. + +Ear, give every man thine, 41. + more is meant than meets the, 595. + +Earth doth like a snake renew, 596. + felt the wound, 597. + hath bubbles, 243. + is a thief, 1521. + lie lightly, gentle, 598. + with her thousand voices, 599. + +Ease, I'll take mine, 741. + would recant vows, 600. + +East, opening chambers of the, 1827. + +Echo, applaud thee to the very, 101. + fading from the chime, 1252. + waits with art, 605. + +Echoes roll from soul to soul, 606. + set the wild, flying, 246. + +Eclipse, built in the, 456. + total, without all hope of day, 186. + +Eden, through, took their solitary way, 608. + +Education forms the common mind, 609. + +Eloquence, mother of arts and, 117. + +Elves, the criticising, 698. + +Embers, glowing, through the room, 802. + +Embroidery, sad, wears, 429. + +Emerson first, there comes, 611. + +Enchantment, distance lends, 570. + +Enemy in their mouths, 587. + +England, model to thy inward greatness, 616. + +Ensign, tear her tattered, 618. + +Enthusiasm, a moral inebriety, 619. + +Envy is a kind of praise, 610. + will pursue merit, 621. + withers at joy, 622. + +Err, to, is human, 745. + +Error and mistake are infinite, 405. + shall, father truth, 626. + wounded, writhes with pain, 627. + +Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought, 629. + +Europe, better fifty years of, 630. + +Eve, since, ate apples, 553. + +Events, coming, cast their shadows before, 1390. + +Evil, be thou my good, 634. + springs up, 635. + that men do lives, 636. + +Exercise, the sad mechanic, 1293. + +Expectation makes a blessing dear, 640. + +Experience is by industry achieved, 641. + long, made him sage, 642. + +Extremes in nature equal good produce, 643. + +Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, 279. + of childhood fears a painted devil, 545. + the black, the blue, 649. + +Eyes are homes of silent prayer, 648. + bright, rain influence, 982. + half defiant, 646. + soft, looked love, 651. + soul-deep, 647. + sweetest, were ever seen, 650. + true, too pure, 645. + were made for seeing, 161. + with a wondrous charm, 646. + + +Fabric, like an exhalation, 652. + like the baseless, 569. + +Face, can't I another's, commend, 655. + false, must hide, 568. + he hides a shining, 656. + light upon her, 654. + that launched a thousand ships, 1670. + this man, whose homely, 1101. + +Face, the old familiar, 311. + +Fair, exceeding, she was not, 658. + is foul, and foul is, 657. + +Fairy land, this is the, 659. + +Faith, amaranthine flower of, 662. + for modes of, 663. + has centre everywhere, 661. + if, produce no works, 660. + saddest thing, to lose, 571. + +Faithless, among the, faithful, 4. + +Fall, he that is down needs fear no, 664. + +False as air, 665. + +Falsehood, strife of Truth with, 514. + +Fame, damned to everlasting, 671. + is double-mouthed, 667. + morning when I longed for, 669. + +Fame, that all hunt after, 666. + what's, 668. + +Fame's eternall beadroll, 302. + eternal camping-ground, 181. + proud temple shines afar, 670. + +Families of yesterday, 1300. + +Famine is in thy cheeks, 673. + +Fancy, she's all my, painted her, 675. + where is, bred, 674. + +Farewell, a word that must be, 677. + through keen delights, 676. + to thee, Araby's daughter, 481. + +Farmers, the embattled, stood, 239. + +Fashion wears out more apparel, 678. + +Fate, binding Nature fast in, 682. + has wove the thread of life, 683. + take a bond of, 114. + when, summons, monarchs obey, 680. + +Fates, what, impose, 679. + +Father of all, in every age, 685. + wise, knows his own child, 684. + +Fathers, God of our, 744. + +Fault, condemn the, 686. + +Faults, chide him for, 306. + in vain, my, ye quote, 688. + +Fear, desponding, 693. + is most accursed, 692. + what should be the, 691. + +Feasts, blest be those, 695. + +February, slant sun of, 697. + +Feelings, some, are to mortals given, 893. + +Feet beneath her petticoat, 467. + her, like snails, 699. + +Fellow, touchy, testy, pleasant, 700. + +Female of sex it seems, 701. + +Fiction, by fairy, drest, 704. + rises to the eye, 703. + +Fields, rejoice ye, 121. + +Fiend, a frightful, 708. + +Fight another day, 710. + +Fire, from beds of raging, 711. + +Firmament, now glowed the, 712. + spacious, on high, 713. + +Fish, I can, and study too, 1457. + +Flag of the free heart's hope, 714. + the meteor, of England, 715. + +Flame, freedom's holy, 716. + that lit the battle's wreck, 717. + +Flatter, I cannot, 718. + +Flattery, can, soothe the ear of death, 720. + the food of fools, 719. + +Flea has smaller fleas, 721. + +Flesh, this too solid, 722. + +Flight, no thought of, 416. + +Flood, leap into this angry, 724. + taken at the, 1912. + +Flowers preach to us, 726. + that skirt the frost, 728. + the gentle race of, 725. + they talk in, 727. + wither at the north-wind's breath, 496. + +Fly, oh could I, 366. + +Foe, the erect, the manly, 729. + +Folks, unhappy, on shore now, 1680. + +Folly, if, grow romantic, 731. + lovely woman stoops to, 733. + +Fools are my theme, 734. + ever since the Conquest, 736. + our scorn may raise, 620. + Paradise of, 735. + rush in where angels fear, 737. + to talking ever prone, 730. + +Footprints on the sands of time, 738. + +Fop, some fiery, 590. + +Fops, positive, persisting, 260. + +Force, who overcomes by, 740. + +Forest primeval, this is the, 742. + +Forget, lest we, 744. + +Forgetfulness, not in entire, 743. + +Forgive, good to, 747. + those who, most, 746. + +Forgiveness to the injured does belong, 1299. + +Form of life and light, 748. + +Forsaken, when he is, 1282. + +Fortitude is seen in great exploits, 749. + +Fortune, forever, wilt thou prove, 752. + is female, 751. + +Fortune keeps an upward course, 2001. + stings and arrows of, 1959. + will, never come, 750. + +Fortune's power, I am not now in, 39. + +Frailty, thy name is Woman, 753. + +France, 't is better using, 755. + +Freedom from her mountain-height, 761. + my angel, his name is, 759. + sternly said, 760. + thou art not a girl, 758. + +Freedom's battle, once begun, 148. + +Freeman whom the truth makes free, 1965. + +Freemen, corrupted, the worst of slaves, 1724. + +Friend, of every friendless name the, 768. + oh, be my, 765. + save me from the candid, 729. + to thy, be true, 706. + +Friends in youth, 395. + of humblest, scorn not one, 769. + remembering my good, 763. + thou hast, and their adoption tried, 764. + two, two bodies, 767. + +Friendships of the world, 766. + +Front, his fair large, 770. + +Frost and light, work of, 772. + fell death's untimely, 773. + the panes are hung with, 771. + +Fruit, the ripest, first falls, 774. + +Funeral baked meats, 1907. + +Furrows, we see time's, 57. + +Fury like a woman scorned, 775. + of a patient man, 776. + +Future, trust no, 780. + + +Gage, there I throw my, 287. + +Gain, play not for, 784. + unvexed with cares of, 781. + +Gait, I ken the manner of his, 113. + +Gale, so sinks the, 782. + thorn that scents the evening, 783. + +Garden, God the first, made, 786. + where flowers were heaped, 785. + +Garden, where the, smiled, 340. + +Garret, born in the, 787. + +Garrick, here lies David, 788. + +Garth did not write his own Dispensary, 123. + +Gem of purest ray serene, 789. + +Genius commands thee, 357. + goes and Folly stays, 791. + must be born, 790. + +Gentleman, who was then the, 793. + +Gentlemen, that neither envy the great, 792. + +Gentleness shall force, 794. + +Ghost, like an ill-used, 85. + what gentle, 548. + +Ghosts and forms of fright, 796. + +Gifts are locked up in my heart, 798. + free of, that cost them nothing, 799. + +Girdle round the earth, 800. + +Girls blush, sometimes, 196. + +Gloamin, late in a, 801. + +Gloom, teach light to counterfeit a, 802. + +Glory, awake to, 807. + excess of, obscured, 804. + from defect arise, 519. + gilds the sacred page, 175. + go where, waits thee, 805. + greater, dim the less, 367. + guards with solemn round, 181. + is like a circle in water, 803. + or the grave, 859. + pursue, and generous shame, 716. + +Glow-worm shows the matin, 808. + +Gluttony, swinish, ne'er looks to heaven, 809. + +Gnat, who's sorry for a, 196. + +God, all but, is changing, 290. + alone was seen in heaven, 813. + an atheist half believes a, 115. + conscious water saw its, 814. + erects a house of prayer, 384. + from thee, great, we spring, 815. + is the perfect poet, 1351. + made the country, 412. + of our fathers, 744. + +God, only, may be had for the asking, 810. + the life and light, 812. + +Goddess fair and free, 1192. + she moves a, 1417. + +Gods arrive when half-gods go, 817. + grow angry with your patience, 1016. + the, detest my baseness, 145. + the, are just, 816. + +God's love seemed lost, 531. + +Going, the order of your, 824. + +Gold, all that glisters is not, 97. + can love be bought with, 2037. + crying is a cry for, 820. + cursed lust of, 819. + narrowing lust of, 172. + poison to men's souls, 818. + the lust of, 132. + to gild refined, 638. + +Golden Rod, autumn blaze of, 130. + +Good he scorned stalked off, 85. + is oft interred with their bones, 636. + night, at once, 824. + night, till it be morrow, 825. + night, to each a fair, 826. + the, die first, 822. + +Goodness and he fill up one monument, 821. + +Government, for forms of, 829. + makes them seem divine, 827. + +Gowans fine, pu'd the, 222. + +Grace beyond the reach of art, 831. + sweet attractive, 397. + was in all her steps, 551. + we have forgot, 830. + +Grandeur with a disdainful smile, 832. + +Grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, 466. + +Gratitude of men, 834. + still small voice of, 833. + +Grave, companions in the, 835. + hungry as the, 951. + men shiver when thou 'rt named, 836. + sun shine sweetly on my, 837. + under the deep sea, 533. + +Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, 355. + +Great, rightly to be, 839. + some are born, 838. + +Greatness, highest point of all my, 838. + +Greece, but living, no more, 842. + glory that was, 1531. + sad relic of departed worth, 841. + the isles of, 843. + +Greeks joined Greeks, 844. + +Grief, forestall his date of, 847. + is crowned with consolation, 390. + my, lies onward, 845. + silent manliness of, 849. + the holy name of, 848. + what's gone should be past, 846. + +Ground, haunted, holy, 850. + +Groves, frequenting sacred, 852. + were God's first temples, 1951. + +Grudge, feed fat the ancient, 853. + +Gudgeons, to swallow, 305. + +Guest, welcome the coming, 855. + +Guests, unbidden, 854. + +Guilt, full of artless jealousy, 856. + once harbored, 857. + + +Habit, costly thy, 94. + +Habits, ill, gather by unseen degrees, 858. + small, well pursued, 859. + +Hags, midnight, call fiends, 2077. + +Hair, beauty draws us with a single, 162. + draws you with a single, 860. + from his horrid, 360. + golden, like sunlight, 861. + streamed like a meteor, 863. + when you see fair, 862. + would rouse and stir, 938. + +Hairs, his silver, 52. + +Halter, felt the, draw, 864. + +Hand in hand with you, 865. + that rounded Peter's dome, 247. + white, delicate, dimpled, 866. + +Hands, now join your, 567. + that the rod of empire might have swayed, 613. + +Hanging and wiving goes by destiny, 1157. + +Hangman of creation, 592. + +Happiness depends, as nature shows, 868. + our being's end and aim, 869. + that makes the heart afraid, 867. + +Harm, to win us to our, 1885. + +Harmony, from heavenly, 871. + touches of sweet, 870. + +Harp of thousand strings, 1972. + through Tara's halls, 872. + +Haste, let your, commend your duty, 873. + more, worst speed, 874. + +Hat, broad-brimmed, 875. + the old three-cornered, 233. + +Hate me with your hearts, 876. + wounds of deadly, 877. + +Hazards, great things are achieved through, 19. + +Head, here rests his, 624. + oh good gray, 881. + the wise, the reverend, 882. + +Health, better to hunt in fields for, 884. + with, all pleasure flies, 883. + +Heart bowed down by weight of woe, 888. + incessant battery to her, 421. + may give a lesson, 889. + merry, goes all the day, 885. + rise, thy Lord is risen, 602. + she wants a, 886. + we cannot heal the throbbing, 379. + +Hearts, great, have largest room to bless, 840. + +Heathen Chinee is peculiar, 433. + +Heaven doth with us as we with torches, 2010. + hath a hand in these events, 1486. + is above all yet, 891. + is as the book of God, 892. + sends us good meat, 406. + +Hecuba, what's, to him, 977. + +Heir, creation's, 901. + of all the ages, 900. + +Hell, better to reign in, 576. + breathes out contagion, 894. + fear of, a hangman's whip, 694. + grew darker at their frown, 896. + is a city much like London, 899. + itself should gape, 542. + merit heaven by making earth a, 898. + never mentions, to ears polite, 897. + +Heralds high before him run, 448. + +Hero in our eyes, 903. + when his sword, 904. + +Heroes are much the same, 902. + as great have died, 905. + +Hesperus rode brightest, 1215. + +High as we have mounted, 523. + +Highland Mary, spare his, 1355. + +Hill, mine be the breezy, 837. + +Hills of the stormy North, 907. + rock-ribbed and ancient, 906. + +History hath but one page, 908. + +Holiday, butchered to make a Roman, 910. + +Holidays, if all the year were, 909. + +Holly round the Christmas hearth, 325. + +Homage, no worthless pomp of, 912. + +Home is the resort of love, 913. + is the sailor, 915. + kindred points of heaven and, 917. + no place like, 916. + +Homer, deep-browed, 919. + seven cities warred for, 920. + will be all the books you need, 918. + +Homes, forced from their, 639. + +Honest man's the noblest work of God, 922. + +Honey, surfeited with, 1572. + +Honey-bees, so work the, 165. + +Honor and shame from no condition rise, 926. + comes, a pilgrim gray, 928. + rooted in dishonor, 927. + sinks where commerce long prevails, 364. + too much, a burthen, 923. + travels in a strait so narrow, 924. + +Honor's a fine imaginary notion, 925. + at the stake, 839. + +Hood, a page of, 929. + +Hope abandon, ye who enter in, 936. + farewell, and farewell, fear, 634. + flies with swallows' wings, 930. + heavenly, is all serene, 934. + in thy sweet garden grow, 933. + never comes that comes to all, 935. + springs eternal, 932. + withering fled, 878. + +Hope's tender blossoms, 194. + +Horn, Triton blow his wreathed, 937. + +Horrors, on horror's head, 939. + supped full with, 938. + +Horse, my kingdom for a, 940. + one, was blind, 1676. + +Hospitality, doing deeds of, 332. + +Host, leader, mingling with the vulgar, 943. + such a numerous, 518. + +Hounds, they rouse from sleep, 952. + +Hour, catch the transient, 945. + for one short, to see the souls, 779. + this pernicious, 454. + too busy with the crowded, 944. + when lover's vows, 2018. + +Hours, lovers' absent, 6. + +House, a naked, 183. + there's nae luck about the, 946. + +Humanity, O suffering, sad, 948. + still, sad music of, 947. + +Hunger best, who bears, 615. + +Huntsman, the healthy, 952. + +Husband, advices frae the wife despises, 954. + as the, is, the wife is, 953. + +Hypocrisy, evil that walks invisible, 956. + +Hypocrite had left his mark, 957. + + +Ice in June, 511. + motionless as, 958. + +Idea, teach the young, 959. + +Ignorance, from, our comfort flows, 962. + is the curse of God, 961. + +Ilium, topless towers of, 1670. + +Ills, cure for life's worst, 449. + the scholar's life assail, 965. + +Illusion is brief, 1477. + +Image, a lasting, of the mind, 1382. + +Imagination all compact, 966. + appear so fair to, 968. + is the air of mind, 967. + +Immortality, thoughts born for, 970. + this longing after, 969. + +Impossible, what's, can't be, 971. + +Impudence, he that has but, 972. + +Independence, let, be our boast, 976. + thy spirit, let me share, 975. + +Infidel, a daring, 980. + +Ingratitude, I hate, 983. + thou marble-hearted fiend, 984. + +Inhumanity, man's, to man, 986. + +Inn, every house was an, 942. + warmest welcome at an, 987. + +Innocence, glides in modest, away, 989. + silence of pure, 988. + +Instinct and reason, how divide, 990. + +Invention, the, all admired, 991. + +Iron, man that meddles with cold, 992. + +Isle in far-off seas, 993. + +Isles that o'erlace the sea, 994. + +Italia, who has fatal beauty, 995. + +Italy, my Italy, 996. + +Ivy green, a dainty plant, 997. + + +January, then came old, 998. + +Jealousy, beware, my lord, of, 999. + no true love without, 1000. + the injured lover's hell, 1001. + +Jest, a scornful, 1003. + +Jest's, a, prosperity lies in the, 1002. + +Jewel in an Ethiope's ear, 1004. + +John Anderson, my jo, 1109. + some said, print it, 1383. + +Joke to cure the dumps, 1005. + +Jove laughs at lovers' perjuries, 1327. + lifts the golden balances, 136. + +Joy, capacity for, 1006. + is the mainspring, 1007. + +Joys, how fading are the, 95. + too exquisite to last, 1008. + +Judas kissed his master, 1946. + +Judges soon the sentence sign, 950. + +Judgment, a Daniel come to, 1009 + reserve thy, 41. + thou art fled to brutish beasts, 1010. + where men of, creep, 1437. + +July, boiling like to fire, 1011. + +June, what so rare as a day in, 1012. + +Juries give their verdict, 1014. + +Jury passing on the prisoner's life, 1013. + +Just, actions of the, 23. + +Justice, finally, triumphs, 1017. + in fair round belly, 1015. + will o'ertake the crime, 1234. + + +Keys, two massy, he bore, 1018. + +Kin, a little more than, 1019. + makes the whole world, 1020. + +Kindness shall win my love, 1021. + unremembered acts of, 1022. + +Kings and mightiest potentates, 489. + are like stars, 1024. + may be blest, 964. + showers on her, barbaric pearl, 1025. + what have, save ceremony, 1023. + wretched state of, 1539. + +Kiss, I, your eyes, 1030. + me, and be quiet, 585. + one, and then another, 1031. + +Kisses, plucked up, by the roots, 1026. + remembered after death, 1032. + sweetness shed by, 1029. + +Kissing, for, not for contempt, 1027. + +Kitchen, in the, bred, 787. + +Knave, he's an arrant, 1033. + +Knaves, whip me such honest, 1034. + +Knell, by fairy hands is rung, 1035. + ne'er sighed at the sound of a, 1036. + +Knowledge, be innocent of the, 1614. + by suffering entereth, 1039. + comes, but wisdom lingers, 1040. + is as food, 1037. + is ourselves to know, 1038. + to their eyes her ample page, 1041. + true, leads to love, 1042. + + +Labor for his daily bread, 1046. + is prayer, 1044. + joy that springs from, 1045. + swan with bootless, swim, 1043. + to, is the lot of man, 1047. + +Ladies, like variegated tulips, 1048. + sigh no more, 973. + +Lady, accept the gift, 1751. + +Lake, on thy fair bosom, silver, 1049. + +Lamentation, its lonesome and low, 536. + +Land, my own, my native, 1051. + of brown heath, 1051. + +Landscape tire the view, 1053. + +Language, fit, there is none, 1054. + quaint and olden, 1055. + +Lark, the herald of the morn, 1056. + the, left his nest, 1057. + +Larks, the early, 1827. + +Lass, a penniless, 1058. + +Latin, that soft bastard, 1059. + +Laughter, holding his sides, 1060. + shakes the skies, 1061. + +Law, in, what plea so tainted, 1062. + sovereign, sits empress, 1064. + +Laws grind the poor, 1063. + +Leaf is on the tree, 245. + the sere, the yellow, 1065. + +Learning enlightens to corrupt the mind, 1069. + mourning for the death of, 1068. + on scraps of, dote, 1070. + +Leaves have their times to fall, 496. + like, on trees, 1067. + shady, of destiny, 541. + +Letters, all dead paper, 1073. + Cadmus gave, 1075. + that betray the heart's history, 1074. + +Liberty, I must have, 1076. + like day, breaks, 1079. + mountain nymph, sweet, 1081. + when, is gone, 1078. + +Liberty's, in, defence, 1077. + in every blow, 1080. + +Lie, an odious, damned, 1082. + nothing can need a, 1088. + +Life a curse and not a blessing, 1086. + by his, alone, 637. + high, 108. + hovers like a star, 1087. + is but a span, 500. + is not to be bought, 1092. + is scarce the twinkle of a star, 1088. + is so dreary, 536. + is the gift of God, 1089. + nor love thy, nor hate, 1085. + pure in its purpose, 981. + sacred burden is this, 248. + so careless of the single, 1093. + twenty years of, 1816. + what is, 1090. + whoso lives the holiest, 911. + +Life 's a short summer, 945. + a vast sea, 1091. + but a means, 614. + but a walking shadow, 1084. + +Light, a dim religious, 275. + offspring of Heaven, 1094. + that led astray, 1095. + that never was, 1096. + the prime work of God, 187. + to break and melt in sunder, 1097. + +Lightning, brief as the, 1098. + +Lightnings, the rending, 1883. + +Likeness, long shall we seek his, 1668. + +Lilacs, April brings again, 105. + +Lilies, in the beauty of the, 320. + in twisted braids of, 1100. + +Lily, mistress of the field, 1099. + +Line, cadence of a rugged, 252. + Marlowe's mighty, 1102. + marred the lofty, 1103. + will the, stretch, 577. + +Lion, wounds the earth, 1104. + +Lions, talks familiarly of, 197. + +Lips, her, are roses washed with dew, 1105. + when my, meet thine, 1028. + +Little, contented with, 1106. + man wants but, 1107. + +Lives of great men, 738. + +Loan, a, oft loses a friend, 1071. + +Locks, never shake thy gory, 1108. + +Lodge in some vast wilderness, 2049. + +Logic, in, a great critic, 1110. + +London, the villain's home, 1111. + +Longings, immortal, in me, 1112. + +Looks, talked with, profound, 1114. + woman's, my only books, 1113. + +Lord of himself, that heritage of woe, 1115. + of himself, though not of lands, 1116. + +Loss is common, 1117. + +Love and tears for the Blue, 1878. + hail, wedded, 1160. + has an eye for a dinner, 1135. + him, why did she, 1131. + how could I tell I should, 1121. + in a hut is ashes, 1130. + includes heart and mind, 1127. + is a spirit of fire, 1119. + is at home on a carpet, 1135. + is nature's treasure, 1136. + is the only good, 1123. + let those, who never loved before, 1125. + looks not with the eyes, 447. + man's, is a thing apart, 1133. + mutual, brings delight, 1124. + no partnership allows, 1126. + O last, O first, 9. + purple light of, 193. + rules the court, 1134. + seldom haunts the breast where, 1995. + she never told her, 374. + taught him shame, 337. + this spring of, 1118. + took up the harp of Life, 319. + tunes the shepherd's reed, 1134. + what, can do, 1122. + when he draws his bow, 423. + +Loved and lost, better to have, 1128. + so kindly, had we never, 1129. + +Loveliness needs not ornament, 36. + when unadorned, adorned the most, 36. + +Lover rooted stays, 191. + +Loving are the daring, 476. + no pleasure like the pain of, 1132. + +Luxury, cursed by heaven, 1137. + it was a, to be, 1138. + + +Mad, I am not, 1139. + +Madding crowd's ignoble strife, 443. + +Madmen, the worst of, 1558. + +Madness, moody, laughing wild, 1141. + must not unwatched go, 1140. + +Madrigals, birds sing, 1518. + +Mahomet, moon of, 442. + +Maid, be good, sweet, 823. + +Maker, our, bids increase, 284. + +Malice, nor set down aught in, 96. + +Man, what, dare, I dare, 414. + dare do all that may become a, 415. + dwells apart, 1760. + foremost, of this world, 237. + good, never dies, 282. + groan, hear a good, 370. + +Man 's a man for a' that, 1147. + is a summer's day, 1148. + is one world, 1145. + is the nobler growth, 1717. + let each, do his best, 5. + made the town, 412. + O good old, 91. + O that a mighty, 425. + proper study of mankind is, 1146. + take him for all in all, 1143. + that lays his hand upon a woman, 427. + the eternal epic of the, 1149. + this was a, 1144. + to all the country dear, 340. + what is, 1150. + what may, within him hide, 1142. + while, is growing, 179. + +Manhood, when verging into age, 53. + +Mankind, he who surpasses or subdues, 612. + +Manna, his tongue dropt, 610. + +Manners ne'er were preached, 1151. + with fortunes, 1152. + +Mansions, build thee more stately, 1307. + +Marble, in water writ, but this in, 1154. + of her snowy breast, 230. + sleep in dull cold, 1153. + +March is come at last, 1155. + we know thou art kind-hearted, 1156. + +Marlowe's mighty line, 1102. + +Marriage is a matter of more worth, 1158. + is the life-long miracle, 1161. + the joys of, 1159. + +Martyr in his shirt of fire, 1163. + +Martyrs, life has its, 1162. + +Master is of churlish disposition, 332. + +Masters, men are, of their fates, 1165. + we cannot all be, 1164. + +Match, sun ne'er saw her, 1326. + +Matter, Berkeley said there was no, 1166. + +Maxim, old, in the schools, 719. + +May, leads with her the flowery, 1169. + the new-born, 1168. + the voice is thine, sweet, 1167. + +Meals, unquiet, make ill digestions, 603. + +Means, I'll husband them, 271. + +Meat, some hae, and canna eat, 604. + +Meeting, at the hour of, 1171. + +Melancholy marked him for her own, 624. + there 's such a charm in, 1172. + these pleasures, give, 1173. + what charm can soothe her, 733. + +Melodies unheard before, 1175. + +Memory, dear to, though lost to sight, 1178. + eyes of, will not sleep, 1177. + from the table of, 1176. + pluck from, a rooted sorrow, 392. + +Men are children of larger growth, 1179. + I pity bashful, 146. + may jest with saints, 182. + that stumble at the threshold, 2027. + were deceivers ever, 973. + wise, ne'er wail their loss, 26. + +Men's evil manners live in brass, 2011. + +Mercie, who will not, show, 1181. + +Mercy, quality of, is not strained, 1180. + +Merit true, to befriend, 1182. + wins the soul, 299. + +Messenger, many-colored, 1430. + +Meteor flag of England, 715. + +Midnight brought on the dusky hour, 1184. + iron tongue of, 1183. + 't is, 1185. + +Milk, sweet, of concord, 377. + +Milton, that mighty orb of song, 1186. + +Mind, body filled and vacant, 1490. + grand prerogative of, 1189. + is its own place, 1187. + leafless desert of the, 534. + minister to a, diseased, 392. + to me a kingdom is, 1190. + +Mind's height, measure your, 1188. + +Minstrel raptures swell, for him no, 1436. + +Miracle, love-at-first-sight, 540. + +Mirth and fun grew fast, 1193. + can into folly glide, 732. + heart-easing, 1192. + you have displaced the, 564. + +Mischief, thou art swift, 1194. + to, mortals bend, 1195. + +Misery had worn him to the bones, 1196. + he gave to, all he had, 216. + sacred even to gods, 1197. + +Misfortune made the throne her seat, 1199. + +Mists, season of, 127. + +Mockery, unreal, hence, 1202. + +Modesty, grace and blush of, 1204. + looks replete with, 1203. + +Monarch, a morsel for a, 1205. + +Monarchs, fate of mighty, 1206. + +Money, get, no matter by what means, 1210. + if thou wilt lend this, 1072. + rolled in, like pigs, 1208. + the only power, 1209. + +Monuments of princes, 1212. + +Mood, a sunny, 304. + fantastic as a woman's, 1214. + +Moon is an arrant thief, 1521. + had climbed the highest hill, 1217. + how like a queen, 1216. + is carried off in purple fire, 1222. + of Mahomet, 442. + unveiled her peerless light, 1215. + when the, shone, 367. + where sighs are deposited, 1686. + +Moonlight, meet me by, 1856. + +Moor, a naked, 183. + +Morality, unawares, expires, 1218. + +Morn, sweet is the breath of, 1220. + +Morning, in the, thou shalt hear, 1223. + opes her golden gates, 1219. + steals upon night, 482. + +Morning-star of memory, 748. + +Mortality's strong hand, 1225. + +Mother is a mother still, 1227. + +Mother's heart is weak, 1226. + +Motions, a third interprets, 544. + +Mount, I know a, 1228. + I, toward the sky, 1230. + +Mountain tops, he who ascends to, 612. + +Mountains, circling the, 346. + high, are a feeling, 1229. + +Mountebanks, cheating, 1411. + +Mourner, the only constant, 460. + +Mouth that spits forth death, 197. + +Murder may pass unpunished, 1234. + most foul, 1233. + one, made a villain, 438. + +Music has charms to soothe, 1237. + heavenly maid, 1239. + in them, die with all their, 1241. + man that hath no, 1235. + slumbers in the shell, 1240. + sweet compulsion in, 373. + the fiercest grief can charm, 1238. + +Music's golden tongue, 1236. + + +Nails, come near your beauty with my, 362. + +Naked, the, every day he clad, 345. + +Name, take not his, 1842. + the magic of a, 1243. + what's in a, 1242. + +Nation, one, evermore, 1314. + +Nations, fierce contending, 556. + +Nature, accuse not, 18. + Art is the child of, 110. + ever yields reward, 1244. + gave signs of woe, 597. + how fair is thy face, 1245. + is but art, 289. + made a pause, 434. + made us men, 335. + speaks a various language, 1246. + +Nature's heart beats strong, 890. + +Necessity, the tyrant's plea, 515. + +Neptune, he would not flatter, 1707. + +Nettle, out of this, danger, 472. + +News, bringer of unwelcome, 1247. + evil, rides post, 1248. + +Newton, let, be, 1250. + +Night, ancestral mystery, 1256. + darkens the streets, 170. + is the time to weep, 1258. + shadow of a starless, 538. + that from the eye takes, 1254. + upon the palms, 1257. + wanes, 1221. + witching time of, 894. + with her sullen wing, 1255. + +Nightingale, if she should sing by day, 1259. + that on yon bloomy spray, 1260. + +Noble by birth, 1261. + who is honest is, 1262. + +Noon, dark amid the blaze of, 186. + +Noontide wakes the buttercups, 251. + +North, ask where 's the, 1263. + +November, he full gross and fat, 1264. + +November's rain descends, 1265. + +Numbers, I lisped in, 1266. + +Nun, quiet as a, 34. + + +Oak, I will rend an, 19 + who hath ruled in the greenwood, 1268. + +Oaks, charmed by the stars, 1267. + +Oar, soft moves the dipping, 198. + +Oars, our, keep time, 314. + were silver, 1269. + +Oaths that make the truth, 1270. + were not purposed to, 1271. + +Obedience is the Christian's crown, 1273. + +Obey, let them, 1272. + +Observation, doth not smack of, 1274. + +Observations which ourselves make, 1623. + +Ocean leans against the land, 517. + stretched in light, 1276. + sunless retreats of the, 547. + thou deep and dark blue, 1275. + wave, a life on the, 2033. + +October, calm sunshine of, 1277. + +October's foliage yellows, 1278. + +Odds, I would allow him, 521. + +Odors, when sweet violets sicken, 2008. + +Odyssey, Iliad and the, 143. + +Offence, detest the, 1280. + should bear his comment, 1279. + +Oil, incomparable, Macassar, 368. + +Old age comes on apace, 60. + age serene and bright, 61. + as I am, 158. + though I look, 1281. + +Ones, how many great, 125. + +Ophiuchus huge, 360. + +Opinion, of his own, still, 1284. + +Opinion's but a fool, 1283. + +Opportunity, thy guilt is great, 1285. + +Oracle. I am Sir, 1286. + +Orations, make no long, 212. + +Orators, to the famous, repair, 1287. + +Order in variety we see, 64. + is heaven's first law, 1288. + +Ornament is but the guiled shore, 1289. + +Orthodox, prove their doctrine, 574. + +Owe, you say, you nothing, 505. + +Owl, the fatal bellman, 1290. + +Oyster, the world's mine, 2106. + + +Page, glory gilds the sacred, 175. + +Pageant, insubstantial, faded, 569. + +Pageants, they are black vesper's, 1689. + +Pain is no longer pain, 1292. + pays the income, 1291. + +Painter, when some great, 1294. + +Pair, kindest and the happiest, 739. + +Palm, like some tall, 1295. + +Palpable and familiar, 484. + +Pan is dead, 1296. + +Pang preceding death, 1297. + +Pangs, the keenest, the wretched find, 534. + +Paradise, how grows in, our store, 1298. + of Fools, 735. + +Pardon, a, after execution, 361. + +Parting is such sweet sorrow, 825. + the pain of, 1302. + +Partings break the heart, 1303. + +Passion leads or prudence points the way, 1403. + places which, loves, 1304. + the power of that sweet, 1120. + +Passions are likened to floods, 1305. + may I govern my, 1624. + oft, to hear her shell, 1239. + various ruling, 1543. + +Past, let the dead, bury its dead, 780. + over the trackless, 1306. + +Patience is a plant, 1311. + is the exercise of saints, 1310. + poor they are, that have not, 1308. + thou young cherubim, 1309. + times when, proves at fault, 1312. + +Patriots, true, all, 413. + +Pauper, he's only a, 202. + +Peace, a, is of the nature of a conquest, 1317. + hath her victories, 1320. + uproar the universal, 377. + was on the earth, 1321. + weak piping time of, 1318. + why prate of, 1319. + +Pearls at random strung, 1322. + +Pen, dull product of a scoffer's, 1324. + is mightier than the sword, 1323. + +People, a herd confused, 1325. + +Perseverance keeps honor bright, 1328. + +Person, what's a fine, 530. + +Persuasion, divine, flows, 1329. + +Petitions, petition me no, 1330. + +Phalanx, they move in perfect, 1213. + +Phantom of delight, 527. + +Philosophy, how charming is divine, 1331. + will clip an angel's wings, 1433. + +Physic, take, pomp, 1333. + throw, to the dogs, 1332. + +Piety, a trade, 1334. + +Pilot, 't is a fearful night, 1335. + +Pines, silent sea of, 1336. + +Pipe when tipped with amber, 1337. + +Pity gave ere charity began, 1339. + is the virtue of the law, 1338. + +Place, fittest, where man can die, 1340. + give me the lowest, 949. + stands upon a slippery, 471. + +Player, a strutting, 27. + +Playmates, I have had, 311. + +Pleasure and action make the hours seem short, 21. + and revenge more deaf than adders, 1342. + is as great, 303. + must succeed to pleasure, 1344. + to excess, 1343. + with, drugged, 1573. + +Pleasures are like poppies spread, 1345. + he soothed his soul to, 1346. + that to verse belong, 1352. + +Plough, following his, 301. + +Ploughman homeward plods, 450. + +Poet, God is the perfect, 1351. + worships without reward, 1350. + +Poetry, men are cradled into, by wrong, 1363. + not, that makes men poor, 1347. + +Poets are all who love, 1349. + have made us heirs, 1353. + +Pole, true as the needle to the, 1354. + +Poll, flaxen was his, 152. + +Pomegranate, from Browning some, 887. + +Poppies, with rain, overcharged, 1356. + +Possession means to sit astride of the world, 1360. + +Potations, banish long, 212. + +Poverty, but not my will, consents, 1361. + stood smiling in my sight, 1364. + +Power, they should take who have the, 1366. + what can, give, 1365. + +Prairie, low in the light the, lies, 1367. + +Praise from a friend, 285. + +Praising what is lost, 1368. + +Prayer incessant, if by, 1371. + more things are wrought by, 1374. + +Prayers, God answers sharp and sudden, 1373. + +Prayeth best who loveth best, 1372. + +Preached as never sure to preach again, 1375. + +Present is all thou hast, 1376. + +Press the people's right maintain, 1377. + turn to the, 1249. + +Priam's self shall fall, 1542. + +Pride hath no other glass, 1378. + that apes humility, 1379. + that putts the countrye doune, 343. + +Priest, the pale-eyed, 1380. + this, he merry is, 1916. + +Primrose, a, by a river's brim, 1381. + peeps beneath the thorn, 35. + +Princes, the death of, 168. + were privileged to kill, 438. + +Prior, here lies Matthew, 623. + +Prison make, stone walls do not a, 1384. + +Procrastination is the thief of time, 1385. + +Prodigies, when these, do meet, 1386. + +Promise, keep the word of, 1388. + +Promotion, none will sweat but for, 91. + +Proof, give me the ocular, 1389. + +Prose run mad, 1392. + warbler of poetic, 1393. + +Proselytes and converts, 405. + of one another's trade, 1394. + +Prospects, distant, please us, 1395. + +Prosperity, surer to prosper than, 1397. + +Prosperity's the very bond of love, 1396. + +Proteus rising from the sea, 937. + +Providence all good and wise, 1400. + alone secures, 1401. + behind a frowning, 656. + I may assert eternal, 1399. + there 's a special, 1398. + +Prude, yon ancient, 1404. + +Prussia hurried to the field, 1669. + +Pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, 1405. + +Punishment, back to thy, 1906. + +Puppets led about by wires, 530. + +Purity, a maid in the pride of her, 1407. + from the body's, 339. + +Purpose, shake my fell, 1408. + +Purse, costly as thy, can buy, 94. + who steals my, 1409. + +Pyramids are pyramids, 1410. + + +Quaker loves an ample brim, 1414. + +Quakers, upright, 1413. + +Quarrel, beware of entrance to a, 1415. + what is your, 399. + +Quarrels, they who in, interpose, 1416. + +Quickness, with too much, 1418. + +Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, 1419. + +Quiets of the past, 1420. + +Quips and cranks, 1421. + +Quotations, critics suffer in wrong, 1423. + + +Rabble all alive, 1201. + +Race, he lives to build a generous, 1424. + +Rage, could swell the soul to, 1425. + +Rain came down in slanting lines, 1429. + comes when the wind calls, 1428. + how beautiful is the, 1427. + it raineth every day, 1426. + trickling, doth fall, 625. + +Rainbow, an awful, 1433. + be thou the, 1391. + colors of the, 356. + comes and goes, 1432. + God hath set his, 1253. + +Rank is but the guinea stamp, 1435. + superior worth your, requires, 1434. + +Rattle, pleased with a, 308. + +Reader reads no more, 1440. + +Reading, such, as was never read, 1441. + +Realms, these are our, 1442. + +Reason, a woman's, 1443. + feast of, 219. + guides our deeds, 990. + I would make, my guide, 1445. + raise o'er instinct, 1444. + sanctity of, 1447. + the confidence of, give, 1446. + war with rhyme, 1508. + +Rebellion began to grow slack, 1449. + froze them up, 1448. + +Rebuff, then welcome each, 1450. + +Rebukes, a lady so tender of, 1451. + +Rechabite poor Will must live, 69. + +Reckoning, no, made, 17. + when the banquet's o'er, 1452. + +Reconcilement, never can, grow, 1454. + +Records that defy the tooth of time, 1455. + +Recreation, none so free as fishing, 1457. + sweet, barred, 1456. + +Reflection, remembrance and, 1459. + +Reformation, plotting some new, 1460. + +Regret can die, 1461. + wild with all, 1462. + +Reign, to, is worth ambition, 576. + +Relief, for this, much thanks, 353. + +Religion crowns the statesman, 1465. + has so seldom found, 1466. + in, what error, 1463. + is a spring, 1464. + stands on tiptoe, 1467. + veils her sacred fires, 1218. + +Remedies oft in ourselves do lie, 1468. + +Remember the fir trees dark and high, 1472. + what the Lord hath done, 1370. + +Remembered, I 've been so long, 1471. + +Remembrance, makes the, dear, 1470. + writ in, 1469. + +Remorse is as the heart, 1473. + +Renown, deathless my, 1474. + +Repartee, a man renowned for, 1475. + +Repentance is long, 1477. + is the weight, 1478. + rears her snaky crest, 1479. + who by, is not satisfied, 1476. + +Repose, best of men have loved, 1480. + in statue-like, 1481. + +Reproaches, slanderous, 1719. + +Reproof on her lips, 1483. + those can bear, 1482. + +Reputation, at every word a, dies, 544. + seeking the bubble, 1754. + the purest treasure, 1484. + +Resignation gently slopes away, 1487. + +Resolution, the native hue of, 386. + +Respect upon the world, 1489. + +Respects himself, he that, 1633. + +Rest is sweet after strife, 1491. + too much, becomes a pain, 1492. + +Retirement, O blest, 1495. + +Retiring from the popular noise, 1494. + +Retreat, a brave, 1496. + +Revelry, midnight shout and, 1497. + there was a sound of, 1498. + +Revenge, back on itself recoils, 1500. + +Reverence, none so poor to do him, 254. + to yond peeping moon, 1502. + +Revolution, there is great talk of, 1503. + +Rhetoric, dear wit and gay, 1505. + he could not ope his mouth, 1504. + +Rhetorician's, a, rules, 1932. + +Rhine, the river, 1507. + the wide and winding, 1506. + +Rhinoceros, the armed, 414. + +Rhyme, build the lofty, 1509. + hitches in a, 1996. + the rudder is of verses, 1510. + +Rich, if thou art, thou art poor, 2036. + +Rich with forty pounds a year, 340. + +Riches in a little room, 1511. + the toil of fools, 1512. + +Ride, a wild and lonely, 1761. + +Ridicule is a weak weapon, 1513. + sacred to, 1514. + +Right the day must win, 1516. + was right, 1515. + whatever is, is, 1517. + +River glideth, 1520. + +Rivers, by shallow, 1518. + how they run, 1519. + +Road, on a lonesome, 708. + +Robin, call for the, and the wren, 1066. + +Rock, moulder piecemeal on the, 1522. + of Ages, 1523. + this, shall fly, 1524. + +Rod, his, reversed, 1525. + to check the erring, 593. + +Roman, rather be a dog than such a, 1527. + the noblest, 1528. + +Romance, shores of old, 1530. + +Romances paint people's wooings, 1529. + +Rome, aisles of Christian, 247. + grandeur that was, 1531. + +Room, who sweeps a, 24. + +Rose, a, should shut, 1535. + distilled, 283. + looks fair, 1533. + no more desire a, 1532. + saith in the dewy morn, 1536. + would smell as sweet, 1242. + +Rosebuds, gather ye, 1914. + +Roses, I wish the sky would rain, 1534. + in December, 511. + strew on her, 1537. + +Rousseau, self-torturing sophist, wild, 1538. + +Rout on rout, 383. + +Ruin, fires of, glow, 1541. + prodigious, swallows all, 1542. + seize thee, 382. + upon ruin, 383. + +Ruins of himself, 507. + +Rumor is a pipe, 1544. + +Rural life, pleasures of the, 1545. + + +Sabbath brings its release, 1550. + eternal, of his rest, 1549. + he who ordained the, 1547. + +Sailor, a drunken, on a mast, 1552. + messmate, hear a brother, 1554. + +Sails, purple the, 1555. + that drift at night, 1671. + +Saint, a, run mad, 1558. + in crape, 108. + John mingles with my friendly bowl, 219. + would be, the devil a, 546. + +Saints began their reign, 1557. + immortal reign, 1559. + who led the way to heaven, 1560. + will aid, 1561. + +Salt, the, is spilt, 1562. + who ne'er knew, 1564. + why shun the, 1563. + +Salutations of the crowd, 1358. + +Salvation, no relish of, 1565. + none of us should see, 1566. + +Sand, an heap of lime and, 1540. + +Sands, come unto these yellow, 1567. + ignoble things, 1568. + o' Dee, 277. + +Sappho loved and sung, 843. + +Satan, arch-enemy, called, 1569. + finds some mischief still, 1570. + stood unterrify'd, 360. + trembles when he sees, 1571. + was now at hand, 445. + +Satire, in general, 1576. + let, be my song, 1575. + +Satire's my weapon, 1574. + +Savage, wild in woods, 1577. + +Saws, full of wise, 1015. + +Scandal them, fawn on men, and, 1579. + waits on greatest state, 1578. + +Scars, gashed with honorable, 1582. + he jests at, 1581. + +Scene, solitary, silent, solemn, 331. + +Scenes, gay gilded, 1583. + +Sceptic, whatever, could inquire for, 1585. + +Sceptre, a barren, 444. + shows the force of power, 1586. + +Schemes, our most romantic, 583. + +Scholar, a ripe and good, 1587. + the gentleman and, 1588. + +Scholars, the land of, 1589. + +School, the master taught his, 1591. + +School-boy, the whining, 1590. + +Schools, bewildered in the maze of, 430. + +Science frowned not on his humble birth, 1174. + O star-eyed, 1593. + trace, then, with modesty thy guide, 1592. + +Scorn makes after-love the more, 1594. + on the pedestal of, 1596. + the sound of public, 1597. + to point his finger at, 1595. + +Scotia, my native soil, 1599. + +Scotland, stands, where it did, 1598. + +Scotland's strand, fair, 1600. + +Scribblers are my game, 1601. + +Scripture, the devil can cite, 1422. + writ by God's own hand, 1602. + +Sculptor wields the chisel, 1604. + +Sculpture is more divine, 1603. + +Sea, alone on a wide, 71. + compassed by the inviolate, 1607. + down to a sunless, 282. + grew civil at her song, 1605. + is a thief, 1521. + puft up with proud disdaine, 1882. + sailed upon the dark blue, 1556. + the blue, the fresh, 1606. + when the, was roaring, 1608. + +Seamen on the deep, 1553. + +Seas roll to waft me, 262. + +Seasons, all please alike, 1611. + in four forms appear, 1610. + return, with the year, 1612. + +Seat, a, in some poetic nook, 1613. + +Secret, a, in his mouth, 1616. + +Sect, slave to no, 1618. + with every, agreed, 1617. + +Security is mortal's chiefest enemy, 1619. + +Seed, fruit from such a, 1620. + who soweth good, 1493. + +Self, smote the chord of, 319. + something dearer than, 1621. + to thine own, be true, 211. + +Self-concern, in others, 1629. + +Self-defence is a virtue, 1625. + +Self-dispraise, a luxury in, 1627. + +Self-esteem, nothing profits more than, 1628. + +Self-love is not so vile a sin, 1630. + +Self-love, the spring of motion, 1631. + +Self-reproach, men who feel no, 1632. + +Self-sacrifice, the spirit of, 1634. + +Senates, the applause of listening, 103. + +Sense, good, the gift of heaven, 1636. + motions of the, 1635. + +Sensibilities are so acute, 1637. + +Sensibility, thou keen delight, 1638. + +September waves his golden-rod, 1640. + +Sermon, perhaps turn out a, 1642. + +Sermons in stones, 1641. + +Serpent, like Aaron's, 1645. + of old Nile, 1644. + sting thee twice, 1643. + the trail of the, 1646. + +Serpent's tooth, sharper than a, 985. + +Serve, 't is nobleness to, 1648. + +Service devine, she sange the, 1647. + poorest, is repaid, 1893. + small, is true service, 769. + +Sex, no stronger than my, 1649. + spirits can either, assume, 1650. + +Sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, 1651. + tolled the bell, 1652. + +Shadow both ways falls, 1654. + see my, as I pass, 1653. + +Shaft, when I had lost one, 1656. + +Shakespeare, Fancy's child, 1660. + on whose forehead, 1659. + thou art a monument, 1658. + tongue that, spake, 757. + what needs my, 1661. + +Shame, her blush of maiden, 1663. + where is thy blush, 1662. + +Shape, if, it might be called, 1665. + take any, but that, 1664. + +She is mine own, 2044. + walks the waters, 1672. + was a form of life, 748. + +Shell, applying to his ear a, 1666. + +Shelley, did you once see, 1667. + +Shells, picking up, by the ocean, 1251. + +Shepherd, every, tells his tale, 880. + +Sheridan, hurrah for, 1796. + nature formed but one such man, 1668. + +Ship, as idle as a painted, 1673. + has weathered every rack, 264. + of State, 1316. + steer a, becalmed, 828. + +Ships have gone down at sea, 1941. + +Shore, a rapture on the lonely, 1679. + left their beauty on the, 1678. + +Shot, bounding at the, 1785. + heard round the world, 239. + +Show and gaze o' the time, 1681. + books and money placed for, 1682. + +Shriek, a solitary, 62. + +Shrine, a faith's pure, 1683. + +Sickness, this, doth infect, 1684. + +Sighs, a world of, 1685. + +Sight, it is a goodly, 1688. + lost to, to memory dear, 7. + O loss of, 187. + +Silence bewrays more woe, 1691. + deep as death, 1694. + is the herald of joy, 1690. + more musical than song, 1692. + was pleased, 1693. + where hath been no sound, 1695. + +Silver, moon that tips with, 1696 + +Simplicity, in his, sublime, 1699. + simple truth miscalled, 1698. + +Sin, cut off in my, 1700. + I waive the quantum o' the, 1704. + in lashing, 1702. + one, another doth provoke, 1701. + the good man's, 1703. + +Sincerity, showed bashful, 1706. + +Sing because I must, 1711. + seraph, poet, 1709. + +Singing, all my heart in my, 1710. + +Singularity, all have some darling, 1713. + +Sins they are inclined to, 1705. + +Sister, when I was but your, 1714. + +Skill, simple truth his utmost, 1715. + +Skin not colored like his own, 1723. + +Sky, souls are ripened in our northern, 1717. + the, is changed, 1718. + the, is overcast, 1884. + +Slackness breeds worms, 250. + +Slander, foulest whelp of sin, 1721. + sharper than the sword, 1720. + +Slave, this yellow, 1207. + thou art a, 1722. + whatever day makes man a, 1725. + +Sleep hath its own world, 1731. + he giveth his beloved, 1733. + life is rounded with a, 1727. + O magic, 1730. + silent as night, 1734. + that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, 1728. + that knows not breaking, 1732. + the poor man's wealth, 1728. + tired nature's sweet restorer, 1729. + will bring thee dreams, 1735. + +Slime that sticks on filthy deeds, 921. + +Sloth views the towers of Fame, 1736. + +Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, 1737. + +Smile, and be a villain, 1738. + Death grinned a ghastly, 1740. + from partial beauty won, 1741. + that was childlike and bland, 1739. + the good man's, 1742. + +Smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, 221. + +Smoke that so gracefully curled, 1748. + +Snail, creeping like, 220. + shrinks backward, 1744. + +Snails, her feet like, 699. + +Snake, we have scotch'd the, 1745. + +Snow, a cheer for the, 1747. + in December, 1746. + the, arrives, 1748. + +Snow-drop, the, comes on, 1749. + +Snuff, he only took, 1750. + prevent your ladyship from taking, 1751. + +Society became my glittering bride, 1753. + man in, is like a flower, 1752. + one polished horde, 209. + +Softness and attractive grace, 397. + +Soldier, full of oaths, 1754. + he would have been a, 1755. + shall I ask the brave, 436. + the broken, 1756. + thou more than, 1757. + +Soles, let firm, protect thy feet, 1677. + +Solid men of Boston, 212. + +Solitude sometimes is society, 1758. + where are the charms, 1759. + +Son, a booby, 1763. + no, of mine succeeding, 1762. + +Song, dear to gods and men is sacred, 1766. + forbids deeds to die, 1712. + higher than the perfect, 1888. + moralized his, 1765. + one immortal, 1764. + still govern thou my, 120. + +Sonnet, scorn not the, 1767. + +Sons and brothers at a strife, 399. + of France, awake to glory, 807. + +Sorrow comes too soon, 1770. + give, words, 1768. + hang, 270. + one, never comes, 1769. + +Sorrow's crown of sorrow, 1771. + +Sorrows, tell all thy, 379. + +Sots, what can ennoble, 82. + +Soul, bruised with adversity, 38. + Charoba once possest, 263. + discontented with capacity, 263. + flow of, 219. + he shall not blind his, 338. + is as free as the stars, 1639. + that rises with us, 178. + the depth of the, 1774. + the sleepless, 301. + whither went his, 1772. + +Soul's, the, prerogative, 1773. + +Souls, two, with but a single thought, 1981. + +Sound must seem an echo, 1775. + +Source of being, hail, 522. + +Spain, lovely, 1776. + +Sparrow, providence in the fall of a, 1398. + +Speak, know when to, 42. + +Spear, to equal the tallest pine, 1777. + +Speculation in those eyes, 795. + +Speech is but broken light, 1779. + rude in my, 1778. + +Spenser, fancy's pleasing son, 1780. + +Spires, whose finger points to heaven, 1781. + +Spirit, the strongest, that fought in heaven, 539. + +Spirits from the vasty deep, 1782. + +Splendor in the grass, 1784. + +Spring, come, gentle, 1787. + first, like infancy, 1610. + in the, a livelier iris, 1786. + of love resembleth, 1980. + there's no such season, 1788. + +Springe, she sets, a, 407. + +Spur, I have no, 75. + to prick us to redress, 1458. + +Stage, all the world's a, 1789. + +Star, constant as the northern, 394. + looks forth alone, 1793. + +Stars have lit the welkin dome, 714. + keep not their motion, 1790. + of the night, 1791. + shot madly from their spheres, 1605. + the poetry of heaven, 1792. + two of the fairest, 644. + +Starving, who longest can hold out at, 615. + +State, done the, some service, 96. + mock the air with idle, 385. + thousand years scarce form a, 1794. + +Statesman to a prince, 1795. + +Steed that saved the day, 1796. + +Steeples, where my high, 1540. + +Step, I hear that creaking, 210. + +Stoics boast their virtue fixed, 93. + +Stones of Rome to rise, 1797. + +Storm, against some, 1798. + rides upon the, 1799. + under the, and the cloud, 371. + +Storms, give her to the god of, 1800. + +Story of my life, 1801. + teach him how to tell my, 1802. + +Strangers, by, honored, and by strangers mourned, 1803. + +Straw, tickled with a, 308. + +Streets, gibber in the Roman, 1804. + +Strength, excellent to have a giant's, 1805. + +Strife, no, to heal, 1807. + the madding crowd's ignoble, 443. + +Strike, for your altars and your fires, 1313. + +Striving to better, oft we mar, 1808. + +Strong, to be, is to be happy, 1806. + +Study is like the sun, 1809. + is the trifling of the mind, 1810. + +Success, life lives only in, 1813. + not in mortals to command, 1814. + things ill got had ever bad, 1812. + +Suffering ended with the day, 1481. + to, tears are due, 1815. + +Sufferings, to each his, 378. + +Summer, eternal, gilds them yet, 1818. + grows adult, 1610. + +Sun, a, will pierce, 1822. + hath made a golden set, 1829. + in dim eclipse, 607. + is going down, 1882. + the descending, 1831. + the glorious, 1820. + the, is set, 633. + the worshipped, peered forth, 601. + unruly, 1821. + upon an Easter-day, 467. + +Sunday shines no Sabbath-day, 1548. + take, through the week, 1551. + +Sunflower, light enchanted, 1823. + shining fair, 1826. + the, turns on her god, 1824. + +Sunflowers blow in a glow, 1825. + +Suns to light me rise, 262. + +Sunset, the wondrous golden, 1830. + +Sunshine broken in the rill, 1834. + eternal, settles on its head, 341. + is a glorious birth, 806. + see the gold, 1833. + shall follow the rain, 371. + +Surfeit is the father of fast, 1835. + +Surprise, mouth that testified, 1836. + +Suspense, a cool, 1837. + +Suspicion haunts the guilty mind, 1838. + +Swain, remote from cities lived a, 781. + +Swallow-people, play the, 1839. + +Swan, cygnet to this pale faint, 754. + spreads his snowy sail, 1050. + with arched neck, 1840. + +Swears a prayer or two, 1841. + +Sweet, things, to taste, 1843. + +Sweetness, of linked, 1844. + +Swiftness never ceasing, 1846. + +Swimmer in his agony, 62. + +Swimmer's, a, stroke, 1847. + +Sword, a naked, 1849. + thy maiden, 1848. + +Symbol of hunger, 2081. + +Sympathy of love, 1850. + there 's naught like, 1851. + +Synods are mystical bear-gardens, 1852. + + +Tale, a round unvarnished, 1855. + I could a, unfold, 1854. + who so shall tell a, 1853. + +Talk, it would, 1861. + they, who never think, 1859. + to conceal the mind, 1860. + +Talkers are no good doers, 1857. + +Talking, I profess not, 5. + +Tasso, their glory and their shame, 1862. + +Tasso's echoes are no more, 1994. + +Taste, good native, 1864. + talk what you will of, 1863. + +Tastes, various are the, 1865. + +Taxes, at, rails, 1867. + +Tea, sometimes take, 411. + without a stratagem, 1868. + +Teaching and my authority, 1869. + +Tear wiped with a little address, 30. + +Tears and love for the Gray, 1878. + beauty's, are lovelier, 1877. + idle tears, 1876. + more merry, 1191. + of bearded men, 1874. + our present, 1872. + stood on her cheeks, 1871. + such as angels weep, 1873. + the big round, 1870. + thoughts too deep for, 1875. + +Temper, man of such a feeble, 1879. + +Temperate in every place, 1880. + +Tempers, strange how some men's, 566. + +Tempest, foretells a, 1881. + +Temptation, safe from, 1887. + why comes, 1957. + +Terror, there is no, in your threats, 1890. + +Test, bring me to the, 1891. + +Text, many a holy, 1892. + +Thane, your face, my, 653. + +Thanks to men of noble minds, 1894. + +Theatre, as in a, 1895. + the world 's a, 28. + +Thief, steals from the, 1896. + the sun 's a, 1521. + +Thieves and pillagers, 177. + +Thing, evil, that walks by night, 797. + made up of tears and light, 1431. + +Things a wise man will not trust, 974. + +Things, all, are ready, 29. + are where things are, 681. + +Thinking, with too much, 1418. + +Thirst, that panting, 1897. + +Thorn that scents the evening gale, 783. + why choose the rankling, 1898. + +Thought is deeper than speech, 1903. + is eternal, 1900. + no, should be untold, 1901. + of our past years, 174. + wed with thought, 1902. + what is this, 160. + +Thoughts of men are widened, 1387. + our, are ours, 1899. + too deep for tears, 1875. + +Thread, sewing a double, 1904. + +Thrift, thrift, Horatio, 1907. + may follow fawning, 690. + +Throne of royal state, 1908. + +Thunder, idle, in his hand, 1909. + leaps the live, 1910. + +Tide in the affairs of men, 1912. + the turning o' the, 1911. + +Tiger, the Hyrcanian, 414. + +Tile, in cut and die so like a, 153. + +Time, away and mock the, 568. + doth waste me, 1913. + threefold the stride of, 1915. + +Titles are jests, 1917. + are marks of honest men, 1918. + despite those, 1622. + +Toad, squat like a, 1919. + ugly and venomous, 37. + +Tobacco, sublime, 1920. + +To-day, call, his own, 1921. + our cares are all, 1922. + +Toe, on the light, fantastic, 468. + +Toil, the horny hands of, 1923. + +Tomb, from the, nature cries, 1924. + +Tombs, gilded, worms infold, 97. + +To-morrow, and to-morrow, 1925. + comes, 1927. + where art thou, beloved, 1928. + +To-morrow's sun may never rise, 1926. + +Tongue, a good, in thy head, 1929. + +Tongue, his, dropt manna, 610. + in every wound, 1797. + let the, lick pomp, 1930. + still his, ran on, 1858. + that Shakespeare spake, 757. + who dare dishonor the, 1931. + +Tongues in trees, 37. + of dying men, 119. + +Toothache, could endure the, 1933. + +Torrent, the loud, 1934. + +Torture, waters boil in endless, 1935. + +Towers and battlements, 1936. + the cloud-capped, 569. + +Town, man made the, 1937. + +Toys, seeks fantastic, 1938. + +Trade's proud empire, 1940. + unfeeling train, 1939. + +Train, a melancholy, 342. + +Tranquillity, heaven was all, 1941. + +Trash, wring from peasants their, 1866. + +Traveller, now spurs the, 1942. + +Travellers must be content, 1943. + +Travelling, in, I take pleasures, 1944. + +Treason doth never prosper, 1947. + flourished over us, 1945. + is not owned, 1948. + +Treasons, stratagems, and spoils, 1235. + +Treasure, heaps of miser's, 1949. + +Tree, corruption is a, 408. + dark, still sad, 460. + fruit of that forbidden, 563. + +Trees, a brotherhood of venerable, 1953. + can smile in light, 1950. + mine ease under the, 741. + the lives of, 1811. + +Trial, we learn through, 1954. + +Tribe, the daring, compound their trash, 1412. + +Tricks that are vain, 433. + +Trifle, think nought a, 1956. + +Trifles make the sum of human things, 1955. + +Trouble, double toil and, 1958. + +Trust thee, so far will I, 380. + +Truth and loyalty, 705. + beauty is, 1969. + crushed to earth, 1962. + forever on the scaffold, 1970. + has such a face, 1964. + hath better deeds than words, 1301. + is one, 1966. + is the highest thing, 1960. + is truth, 1967. + no cleaner thing than love, 1968. + severe, by fairy fiction, 704. + tell, and shame the devil, 1961. + whispering tongues can poison, 395. + +Tulip, then comes the, 1971. + +Turf, green be the, 1973. + +Turk, like the, 1974. + +Twig is bent, the tree 's inclin'd, 609. + +Twilight, disastrous, sheds, 607. + fell upon the sea, 1976. + gray, 1975. + +Twins from the birth, 683. + +Tyranny of blood and chains, 1979. + +Tyrants seem to kiss, 1977. + 'twixt kings and, 1978. + + +Unction, flattering, to your soul, 528. + +Unfortunate, one more, 1438. + +Union, strong and great, 1316. + +Unity, confound all, 377. + +Urania govern thou my song, 120. + +Urn, has filled his, 365. + +Use doth breed a habit in a man, 457. + things beyond all, 1983. + +Utter what thou dost not know, 1615. + + +Vale of years, declined into the, 54. + +Valentine, couple with my, 1985. + +Valiant never taste of death, 426. + +Valor, fear to do base things is, 1986. + shows but a bastard, 1817. + +Vanity, insatiate cormorant, 1987. + what will not, maintain, 1988. + +Vapor, as a, all doth vanish, 1224. + melting in a tear, 1989. + +Variety, order in, 64. + +Variety 's the spice of life, 1990. + +Vault, heaven's ebon, 1991. + +Vengeance, in, there is scorn, 1992. + to God alone belongs, 1501. + +Venice, I stood in, 1993. + +Ventures, lose our, 453. + +Verse, a, may find him, 1348. + married to immortal, 1844. + sweetens toil, 1997. + +Vessel, a brave, 1674. + splitting, on the rock, 1675. + +Vessels large may venture, 281. + +Vice, a, good old-gentlemanly, 133. + can bolt her arguments, 1999. + from no one, exempt, 398. + is a monster, 2000. + there is no, so simple, 1998. + +Victory, graced with wreaths of, 2001. + it was a famous, 2002. + +Villain, a, in all Denmark, 1033. + one murder made a, 438. + which is the, 2005. + +Villas, suburban, 2004. + +Vine, monarch of the, 2006. + +Vines that round the thatch-eaves run, 127. + +Violet by a mossy stone, 2007. + throw a perfume on the, 638. + +Violets, when sweet, sicken, 2008. + +Virginity, hath hurtful power o'er, 797. + +Virtue, assume a, 2012. + calumny will sear, 257. + may be assailed, 2013. + starves while vice is fed, 2014. + that possession would not show us, 1359. + +Virtues, their, we write in water, 2011. + which in parents shine, 81. + +Vision, a faery, 356. + in solemn, 2015. + +Visions of glory, 1687. + +Visit, annual, o'er the globe, 366. + +Voice, her, was ever soft, 2016. + +Vows, lovers', seem sweet, 2018. + made in pain, 600. + may be broken, 2017. + +Vulcan his office plies, 1061. + + +Wagers, fools for arguments use, 2019. + +Walks abroad, whene'er I take my, 2021. + echoing, between, 2020. + +Waller was smooth, 589. + +Want gives to know the friend, 1362. + +War, grim-visaged, 2023. + is a game, 2024. + is a terrible trade, 2026. + is still the cry, 2025. + then was the tug of, 844. + thou son of hell, 2022. + to provoke, 1402. + +Wardens of your farms, 177. + +Warrior, he lay like a, 2028. + +Washington's a watchword, 2029. + +Water, smooth runs the, 2030. + what good, is worth, 2031. + +Wave, a life on the ocean, 2033. + is breaking on the shore, 1252. + so dies a, 2032. + +Way, the heaven's pathless, 2034. + +Ways that are dark, 433. + +Weakness, all wickedness is, 2035. + +Web, a tangled, we weave, 509. + +Wedding, never, ever wooing, 723. + +Weed, a, tossed to and fro, 1609. + +Weeds, dank and dropping, 2038. + +Weep, women must, 2105. + +Weight, I give this heavy, 3. + +Welcome to our house, 2039. + +Welcomes, a hundred thousand, 2040. + +Wheels of weary life stood still, 344. + +Whim, let every man enjoy his, 978. + +Whistled as he went, 1984. + +Whole, all are parts of one, 811. + +Wickedness, a method in man's, 2042. + +Widows, may, wed, 2043. + +Wife by her husband stays, 2046. + this sweet wee, 2047. + unclouded welcome of a, 2048. + +Will, executes a freeman's, 2050. + +Willow, willow, willow, 2051. + +Wind is rising, 2053. + more inconstant than the, 581. + of western birth, 2054. + the, of night, 2055. + the southern, 1881. + what, blew you hither, 2052. + +Windows that exclude the light, 2056. + +Wine can make the sage frolic, 2058. + makes love forget, 2057. + +Wing, this sail is as a noiseless, 2059. + +Wings, at heaven's gates she claps her, 2060. + +Winter chills the lap of May, 2064. + comes to rule, 2062. + creeps along with tardy pace, 1610. + has yet brighter scenes, 2063. + of our discontent, 2061. + the silver pencil of the, 2065. + +Wisdom and fortune, 2066. + +Wisdom's self oft seeks, 2069. + well, the stream from, 2068. + +Wise, 't is folly to be, 963. + to-day, be, 525. + what is it to be, 2067. + +Wish was father to that thought, 2070. + +Wishes lengthen as our sun declines, 2071. + +Wit, a mouse's, 2072. + brevity the soul of, 235. + I have neither, 195. + is out, when age is in, 51. + men famed for, 2075. + on the wings of borrowed, 2076. + will shine, 252. + +Wit 's, a, a feather, 922. + an unruly engine, 2073. + +Wits are to madness allied, 2074. + +Wives may be merry, 2045. + +Woe doth tread upon another's heel, 1198. + the deepest notes of, 2080. + trappings and the suits of, 2078. + +Woes, rare are solitary, 2079. + that wait on age, 59. + +Woman, earth's noblest thing, 2088. + in our hours of ease, 2090. + lovely, stoops to folly, 733. + mixed of such fine elements, 2092. + nothing lovelier in, 2084. + she is a, 422. + so she's good, 2089. + that deliberates is lost, 2091. + we had been brutes without you, 2085. + we will work for a, 2093. + +Woman 's a contradiction still, 2087. + will, torrent of a, 2086. + +Women are as roses, 2082. + honor to, 2083. + should never be dated, 58. + +Wonder, it gives me, 1170. + of an hour, 2094. + +Woodland, like a human mind, 2095. + +Woodman, spare that tree, 2096. + +Woods are an ever-new delight, 741. + whispered it to the, 2097. + +Word in season spoken, 231. + +Words, a dearth of, 404. + are no deeds, 2098. + are things, 2102. + chaste, from a bashful mind, 1697. + have power to assuage, 2100. + immodest, admit no defence, 512. + never to heaven go, 2099. + our, have wings, 2101. + +Wordsworth's healing power, 2103. + +Work, free men freely, 2104. + men must, 2105. + there is always, 1923. + +Workmen, when, strive, 424. + +World, bestride the narrow, 355. + I have not loved the, 2110. + is all a fleeting show, 2109. + service of the antique, 91. + this pendent, 2108. + too much respect upon the, 2107. + uncertain comes and goes, 191. + +World 's, the, a theatre, 28. + +Worm, the smallest, will turn, 2111. + +Worship without words, 2112. + +Worth, courage, honor, 296. + makes the man, 2113. + +Wound, willing to, 2115. + +Wounds bind up my, 2114. + wept o'er his, 707. + +Wrath, Achilles', 2117. + come not within my, 2116. + +Wreaths, victorious 2118. + +Wrecks, a thousand fearful, 2119. + +Wretch, a needy, 2120. + an inhuman, 446. + +Wretches hang that jurymen may dine, 950. + that depend on greatness' favor, 689. + +Wrinkle what stamps the, 59. + +Write you, with ease 2121. + +Writing well, nature's chief masterpiece, 2122. + +Wrong forever on the throne, 1970. + on, swift vengeance waits, 2123. + +Wrongs unredressed, 2124. + + +Xerxes did die, 2125. + + +Years following years, 2127. + I sigh not over vanished, 2128. + none would live past, 2129. + the accomplishment of, 2126. + +Yesterday, oh, call back, 2130. + the word of Caesar might, 254. + +Yew, hails me to wonder, 548. + old, which graspest, 2131. + +Youth, home keeping, 2133. + how beautiful is, 2135. + how buoyant are thy hopes, 2134. + lost days of our, 1306. + no less becomes, 2132. + on the prow, 2136. + + +Zeal, his, none seconded, 2138. + served my God with, 2137. + +Zealots, graceless, fight, 663. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL QUOTATIONS *** + +***** This file should be named 15119.txt or 15119.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + 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